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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 14, 2007 11:40:07 GMT -5
Ugh. Would you calm the shit down! No one's even close to the damn bar! My God woman..you got enough money to bail us out a thousand fucking times anyways.
And then he chops and he snorts. He rubs his nose and then looks back over at Bianca.
See? We're fine! Now just quit fucking worrying..
He grabs one of the full shot glasses at his side, and slams down the whiskey. He puts the glass down uneasily beside him. He has been quite the asshole tonight. He sighs.
You know you look great in that dress..
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Post by bi on Jun 14, 2007 14:35:14 GMT -5
Bianca rolls her eyes. Could he have said anything more obvious?
OfCOURSE I look good in this dress. I unlike the rest of the so called "women" in XWA actually give a toss what I look like in AND out of the ring. Have you seen that Tessa girl yet? If ever one could be charge a felony for bad fashion sense, I'd call 911 on the spot. And that Hunter girl. Something tells me she must be color blind, because MY GOD that get up she wears to the ring is DREADFUL. What color is that, Puke?
She takes another gulp of Guinness.
Speaking of which, what the bloody 'ell is up with that shirt? Tell me you didn't by that at the same garage sale you got those sunnies from. Is that a FILLY collar you're wearing???
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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 14, 2007 14:44:07 GMT -5
She slaps his forehead and proceeds in filling the five shot glasses. How could she talk about Kim like that though? That pinched one of Shawn's nerves. But he decided to let it go. He grabs a shot glass, and pours the whiskey down his throat.
It's from some men's store..I don't know what the hell it's called. What's up with your spaghetti straps, huh? Are you wanting your boobs to fall out or what? Jesus. I thought you were gonna work on getting off your fucking high horse for at least TWO fucking minutes! Damn it, all it is is bitch bitch bitch bitch!
He shoves the glasses out of his way, and then grabs the bottle or Jack. He takes a few large drinks, and then chugs some more. His throat was on fire.
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Post by bi on Jun 14, 2007 15:01:16 GMT -5
She sets her drink down and evil eye's Shawn. He kind of eases back a bit, more then likely defending himself from the heat she was going to incinerate him with from her response...
First and foremost, wouldn't you just LOVE my jumblies to come falling out. You've been staring at them ALL NIGHT. I'd bet you don't even know what color eye shadow I'm wearing. Heaven knowns this probably the closest you've ever gotten to actually being WITH a female in ages. And High horses? You call it being on a high horse, I call it being HONEST. In this day and age of people trying to be "friendly" and "politically correct" in this bleedin' country, I'd expect a man with as LIBERAL an out look as you to think that way. Call it what you will. I "bitch" because I am. But I'm the realest BITCH you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting.
After she finished plunging the verbal dagger through Shawn's neck, she picks her drink up and takes another gulp.
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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 14, 2007 15:19:11 GMT -5
Shawn hadn't put up with this much since he was with Erika. Erika was annoying, but Bianca was just a bitch. But that's something Shawn can put up with for a while. He was starting to feel a buzz now.
Well your supposed to stare at nice things! Geeeez! You know what, why don't you fucking ease up for a bit!? Isn't alcohol supposed to make you feel better!? Damn!
The swings back over to his drinks and knocks the glasses and the bottle over.
Give me some of that fucking Guiness! I'm gonna need it to feel better after this in the fucking morning!
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