Rigged Dice

“Well you don’t joke about that with me.” She frowned at his offer, but gave a small nod, “Fine. But watch what you say. I don’t care if you say it about yourself but include me in it again and a backhand won’t be the only thing you’ll have to worry about.”

Her teasing demeanor disappeared as she brought up the back of her hand to slap him hard across his cheek, “Like I would ever want to be involved with such pictures. Watch what you say, I am a decent woman thank you.”

“Neither do I, but I wouldn’t like seeing pictures of me in such situations out on the internet. Please at least show some form of decency or in the very least modesty.”

“Never said I found them intentionally, did I? Besides, it raises questions as to why pictures of you in those situations are around anyway.”

“I meant I’ve seen better pictures involving you. That was a weak one.”

My skype if anyone wants to add me;

    Icy blue hues glanced down at the ground, there seemed to have been a wallet of some sort lying there. While Grimsley wasn't usually the one to approach someone about their business, he scooped up the leather-look item and wandered toward it’s potential owner.

"So what are you going to be for Halloween?"

"Boo! Did I scare you?"

"You call THAT scary?"

"Eww, that costume is horrible. Change right now."

"Halloween without pumpkins is like Christmas without trees!"

"Worst. Carving. Ever."

"I know, my costume is amazing."

"Your costume is amazing!"

"Why don't we make this party a little scarier by playing truth or dare in the dark?"

"You call that a costume? It's like three tiny pieces of fabric!"

"I can't believe you're going as the same thing! One of us is going to have to change."

"Let's go for pumpkin spice lattes."

"Wanna go costume shopping with me?"

"Wanna go scare some kids?"

"Come on, dress up in it, for me."

"Are those fake vampire teeth in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"We could ditch this lame party and just make out next to the skeleton."

"Eww! There's pumpkin guts on me!"

"Um, I'm scared. Will you hold my hand?"

"I'm scared."

"No way am I going in there."

"Please go with me! I'll hold your hand the whole time."

"Help me decorate."

"Karaoke anyone?"

   Icy blue hues scrolled over Norman’s bare body repeatedly. What    a fine view indeed, toned and extremely DELIGHTFUL to look at.