*He’s rather too drunk to distinguish between mocking laughter and friendly laughter, so when he picks up his head again it’s to hold out an accusing index finger and glare, unsteadily, snatching the ring back and putting it back on.*
Hey. Hey.
Lady. Like it matters. Shit. Shouldn’t tell you a damn thing. You’re having a laugh at me.
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Date: 2011-03-20 11:15 pm (UTC)Hey. Hey.
Lady. Like it matters. Shit. Shouldn’t tell you a damn thing. You’re having a laugh at me.