Truth

Pseudologia fantastica - pathological liar Don't believe a word that slips past these lips Hangil - why bother with last names? + | + | + | + | + current m!a

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[icarus-hangil]

Its been a day since she got the phone number from the rude man at the bar. She was tired and lonely since her sister was gone and she decided to call it. She picked up the phone and dialed the number. It took three rings. "Hello?" She said softly.

Hangil glances down at his phone, it was an unknown number and a knowing smirk creeps over his lips. With a sharp beep he presses answer and lifts the phone to his ear. “Yes? How can I help you?” He crosses his legs on his sofa, loosening the long black tie that was around his neck and undoing a couple of his shirt buttons.

[icarus-hangil]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Many things. A glass of vintage whiskey, a good fuck, a long drive, food that should come with heart attack warnings. There’s many things that make me feel relaxed.

[icarus-hangil]

The wooden bar is cool under your arms and you call the bartender over to order another vodka and lemonade. Just before you speak a man behind you cuts in and orders two vodka cranberries. There's a brief moment where you glare at the bartender before a voice whispers huskily into your ear.

"I bet you'd look better in nothing but lace panties, moaning and writhing underneath me, asking for more."

With a sly smirk the man walks away but as you look down you find money for the drinks and a business card with nothing but a phone number on it.

Should you call it?

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*inserts fingers* *rubs rly fast* *stuff comes out and drips down ur arm* i fuckin hate doing the dishes