Wedding Date

[Lissachoa]

*rasies an eye brow*
I dont know, looks like you got alot on your mind

[Murduck]

Exactly. So leave. *smirks*

[Lissachoa]

*shrugs*
alright, most likely you dear is doing it with ass pot again. *turns around*

[Murduck]

(( That's low. ))

*stumbles and drops the bass on the ground*

Now what in the hell are you trying to prove with that?? *grunts, scowling*

Sticks and stones mate. Sticks and stones. Breath, fucker. She's just trying to psyche you or some shit..

[Lissachoa]

*Looks over my shoulder with a somewhat seriouse look*
think abut it, he will stop at nothing to have her and she is a vaunerable thing that si too scared to say "No"

[Murduck]

....Christ I need a drink *walks over to the kitchen*

[Lissachoa]

uh oh...sould have kept my mouth shut...but it's true.
*jumps into the winnebago and walks over to where he is*
err...look, that was just a slip of the tongue...I mean...she might not do anything with him at all............My Sod, who am I kidding? She's screwed....leteraly.

[Murduck]

*Leaning against the table, drinking vodka straight from the bottle and narrowing my eyelids, staring coldly at her*

Honestly, are you here just to fuck up my entire living space or something? Like a fucking tease sent from Satan himself..

[Lissachoa]

your the...effing tease from Satan, remember? I despise folks like you selling your soul for the stupidest things, talk about a compleate waste of a life only to be plunged into damnation. *shakes my head*
I have no clue why that bitch of yours over looks that and still has a heart for you while taking the risk of lowering herself to your level.

[Murduck]

(( Woah. o.o ))

*guzzles down the bottle of vodka, fuming**turns to her, glowering at her*
Get out..

[Lissachoa]

*crosses my arms and sits down*
not untill I get some shit thought your head....and what did i say about the growling?!

[Murduck]

(( Glowering is a facial expression. It's completely different from growling. >.> ))

What's in my head is absolutely none of your bleeding business. *continues drinking from the bottle*

[Lissachoa]

(( oh..oops ^_^; ))

*sits up and slaps the bottel out of his hand* well all this "Keeping in your head" bull crap is not makeing things better!

[Murduck]

*looks at the bottle, smashed on the floor and looks back at her*
Tell me this. What difference would it make if I did tell you? *moves my face closer to her, glowering*

[Lissachoa]

then I would know what the hell your problem is. I make is quite clear what Ass pot will do to her when your back is turned and what do you do? try to empty a vodka bottel. damn it dude, no wonder why no one really likes you.