How he managed to miss the Zeppelin tattoo on her back, he'll never know. A lot more interesting things going on in front of her, probably. But he peers at the array of ink, eyebrows raised. "Not a tattoo guy myself, but that's impressive," he says.
"I'm sure I can get you into a game. Gotta tell you, though, we play against the cops, so my teammates might say that I'm fraternizing with the enemy right now." Or fornicating with the enemy. Whatever. The enemy just happens to be hot, so they can all bite him.
Glancing around at the stuff in her room, he takes another gulp of soda. "Yeah, hobbies are good. I used to have a couple hobbies, but had to give 'em up. Vodka was one of 'em. Whiskey. Brandy. Mmm, tequila was a good one..." He grins and raises his Coke can to her and swallows the last of it.
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Date: 2012-09-19 04:22 am (UTC)"I'm sure I can get you into a game. Gotta tell you, though, we play against the cops, so my teammates might say that I'm fraternizing with the enemy right now." Or fornicating with the enemy. Whatever. The enemy just happens to be hot, so they can all bite him.
Glancing around at the stuff in her room, he takes another gulp of soda. "Yeah, hobbies are good. I used to have a couple hobbies, but had to give 'em up. Vodka was one of 'em. Whiskey. Brandy. Mmm, tequila was a good one..." He grins and raises his Coke can to her and swallows the last of it.