#medibate

          “Yes! Fuck yes! Yes! Now we’re fuckin’ talkin’! It really is my birthday.... birthday week!” 

           The hooting and hollering goes on for quite some time. “Just so you know, I have another one coming up in a month or so ‘cuz my driver’s license says my birthday is April Fool’s day, you know, for the cops, but that’s not a real birthday so I was thinkin’ maybe just dinner, drinks, MDMA, karaoke, you feel me?”

           There’s the clink of his belt buckle dropping, and Trevor gets a present too. It’s Kennedy’s leopard-print thong thrown crotch first at his face.

what a babe ��

trevor: ok

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–HOW INTIMIDATING AM I – OR SAL. // ACCEPTING. // @medibate

(    *    & .    —    ‘   YOU   ’   (   NOVEL   )   SENTENCE  STARTERS .

     ❝     Right…    ❞     Dennis sighs. What was it about him that attracted the lower-end of the food chain? Sure, he was a predator alright. But he preferred to prey on gazelles rather than one-legged, eyeless, lambs. If you catch his drift. Though, this man was hardly comparable to a lamb. If anything, he was a blowfly, or maybe its less developed counterpart: a maggot.    ❝     You smell terrible, is there a reason you’re speaking to me? I really have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.    ❞     He huffs, straightening his posture as he creates some distance between them.