Jan 5, 2017
" Look at you all prettied up like you were a damn peacock in a show! Where'd you get a coat like that? It's fuckin' tasty! "
“Yes...” Teeth are clenched tight, forced into a pearly smile. It’s nether the coarse language or attitude that ruffles his feathers-- rather the diction. Far too similar to that of the people he had grown up around... c'est la vie! If he could warm to Irene Wuornos then this woman should be nothing new.
“I take that to mean you like it? Quite the old fashion, you know! Men these days have taken to much slimmer fare, when I’ve always been of mind that the bigger the lapels the bigger the presence.
My dear, what IS your name?”
