"Yes, I am a dick. Speak plainly, we'll get along better if you do." Vivian replied. "Might also do better if you didn't sound like a fanatic... but...
"....you need to stop talking...." Lucy mouth was covered to ward away what little smoke remained, so her voice was muted somewhat, but the volatile...
Vivian nearly cried when she was forced to leave The Boozelord, Purveyor of Fine Meats; but she was right as rain by the time she lit a ciagrette in...