rock and roll thugs

  Essie laughed loudly. “Cookies and gingerbread? Better than sweaty agents who’ve never heard of a shower. It’s gross.” She sighed. “I’ve been trying to bake my own holiday stuff, but work won’t leave me alone. It’s awesome,” she finished, rolling her eyes. Her bitterness was short-lived, and she turned her attention back to the conversation at hand.

Or thought gallons of Axe spray would be enough to cover up the sweat smell and the weed smell. She remember gagging a lot when she was with them. "I also have a natural sweet smell, y'know." She laughed, shrugging. "Part of my job actually, and I'm donating some of it to a homeless shelter, so I gotta bake a lot."

grabs his nipple anyways, twisting it and shocking it at the same time.]

[points and laughs]