aruncorn:
BETTY BRAITHWAITE.
“Don’t get too comfortable, then,” Betty scowled. She was not above falling over dead to even the playing field between the three of them. “I’ve got ideas about where else we can go anyway. After I pop the cork on the bottle in my bag, anyway.”
“You better check that it wasn’t nicked from your purse. We riffraff at the Commons tend to get handsy.”
@famousamosdiggs
“I’ve gotta go the little boy’s room before we scurry off,” Amos popped out of his chair, mismatched socked feet sliding on the floor as he made way for the porcelain throne. “Save me a swig!”
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