#iosonostanco

@iosonostanco

“I was testing the nail gun to see if there were any nails in it, man. Turns out - it was loaded.” Zed scowled and grimaced in pain, glaring at his left hand, which was quite literally nailed to the doorframe.”

Melissa stifled a giggle as she pulled Rolfo around a corner, hiding from the party which she, theoretically, hosted downstairs at the inn. It was New Year’s and most of the girls and the patrons were drunk already – there was little restraint on that day and she never found within herself to punish the girls or even the customers who went too far without paying for it. It was a new year, after all.

Only that year she didn’t want to be the single sober, watchful soul; no, she was very determined to enjoy the evening herself. The dress she had picked for the festivities was scandalous, to put it mildly; it showed a lot of skin and left little for imagination, but it was still the kind of attire which lured the gaze of her male friends. She wore tasteful jewelry, mostly made out of gold and pearls; she was a vision in white and her champagne glass was managed carefully in order to avoid any stains.

The moment she had the man against the wall, she leaned in and kissed him, hard. The glasses in their hands were forgotten for a moment as Melissa pulled the man by his tie, refusing to let the dark-haired mobster go away even if he wanted to. The sounds from the party reached her ears as if they came from an alternate reality; just background noise to the sound of pumping blood and her increased breathing as she let go of her company for the night, winking mischievously at him when she was done.

-Grabs the book she was reading and flees to the other side of the room, only to start reading aloud with desperate passion, clenching at his shirt-

“-You know we can’t, Alberto, remember the promise you made to Samantha. That would be wrong! -But my feelings for you are so much deeper, Sylvia. We both know I will have to marry her one day, but tonight only belongs to us!”

When Vanna rushes to get her property back, he keeps it above his head, out of her reach, and pokes her on the forehead everytime she tries to get close.

"This is so not funny,” Vanna whined as she ran after TG to snatch the book out of his hands, but failed. “Give me my book back so I can enjoy my nonexistent, prefect romance daydream in peace!”