the cookie monster

i don't think you know what i am, mate.

[spideypools]

It’s not about the destination. It’s about the journey.

[mini--petrova-blog]

You’re quite funny, Cook — Little irritating, very confusing… But quite funny.

[im-fuckincook]

So you're stayin'...?

[mini--petrova-blog]

Well I either go visit Katherine or I stay here and make awkward small talk with a stranger…

[im-fuckincook]

Your loss, princess. The Cookie Monster's available 24/7.

[crescentwolfking]

Caroline practically spits out her drink at the sight of him, and bellows over in laughter. "Wow… uh-" She circles him. Like a predator eyeing its prey. "this look suits you nicely." At his last comment, she gives him a slight roll of the eyes. "Okay…" She scans the room, spotting a large muscular man over in the corner of the bar. "Him." She says, nodding toward the man. A smirk creeps over her lips and she gives him a little smack on the behind. "Go get em’ tiger." She purred.

[im-fuckincook]

His eyes followed her as she circled around him, barely able to stay still. He looked where her fingers where pointed at and nodded approvingly. "Okay... Okay. Tiger's on the leash!" He shouted the last line as he trotted across to the muscular guy. He winked at Caroline right before leaning close the guy and whispering something in his ear. 

"Here," he said to Caroline, slamming a small piece of paper with a number written on it on the bar, right in front of her.

[that--effy--smile]

Effy walked outside and sat down, sparking up the joint. “You wanna know somethin’, Cook?” 

[im-fuckincook]

He lit himself one and took a long drag. 

"What?"

[mini--petrova-blog]

"Yeah well she’s lived an eventful life, can’t even say her memory loss is entirely a bad thing if I’m honest. — Anyway, could you point me in the direction of the hospital? It’s that way isn’t it?" she points.

[im-fuckincook]

Yep. Goin' that soon?

[emsy-bitch]

Guess I’m back. Where’s everyone?

[im-fuckincook]

Everyone's here!

[lovenaomikins]

Fuckin’ hilarious. Where’ve you been?

[im-fuckincook]

Cook's always hilarious. I've been nowhere, really. Where've you been? Gone to... Mexico with Ems?

[fangbangingwhore]

Hm… That sounds… Odd. I have no clue what that secret could be but, it sounds creepy and quite odd, if I’m being honest.

[im-fuckincook]

It is, love-- you were. I'm guessing this is the new you now?

[that--effy--smile]

"I knew you would" she let a faint smile appear on her lips as she stood up to go outside. "Comin?"

[im-fuckincook]

He stared at her for a while, not doing anything but shortly after he got up and followed her. "Course."

[fangbangingwhore]

Confident, badass, lively, mysterious, and gorgeous? {She giggled lightly} You’ll have to fill me on who I was when we first met because, I don’t remember her. At all.

[im-fuckincook]

Um... I don't know, love... You said something about having a big dark secret that I wouldn't handle...? You were pretty persistent about it.

[mini--petrova-blog]

"Eighteen and way too smart to fall for the English charm so save your breath, Cook.”

[im-fuckincook]

"Oh I'm savin' it for someone else, love; This is just fun. Not to burst your bubble or anythin' but Ms. Pierce won't remember you anyway; she doesn't even remember who she is."

[fiestyhuntress]

Allison sighed, fighting her better judgement over weather to tell him or not. He was going to find out sooner or later wasn’t he? The weight of the supernatural wasn’t an easy one to bear, and he would probably just think her crazy. But she had to give the poor broken boy before her something to hold onto. “Fine. I’ll tell you. But first, what’s your opinion on the supernatural. And no I’m not stalling, trust me. This is important” She muttered, watching him closely for his reaction. 

[im-fuckincook]

He gave her a confused look, processing what she had just asked him, supernatural, was it...? Why would she ask him such a random question at such time thinking it was... important? "Are you havin' a fuckin' laugh? Did you not fuckin' hear what just I told you?" He started regretting telling her that much.

[that--effy--smile]

Effy shrugs. “I don’t know. — Can’t sleep. Don’t wanna. I need an energy drink… And a joint wouldn’t go amiss either” she sighs quietly. 

[im-fuckincook]

"A joint, I have," he said pulling a joint out of the inside pocket of his jacket and passed it to her.

[that--effy--smile]

Effy chokes out a laugh and shakes her head. “No thanks, I’m not hungry.”

[im-fuckincook]

He shrugged, not knowing what to do with her. He needed to keep her mind off of Tony for a bit. "What now?"

[mini--petrova-blog]

"She looks young for her age, I guess." 

[im-fuckincook]

"How old are you, love? Sixteen maybe? That's pretty damn illegal, unfortunately."

[crescentwolfking]

A faint laugh escapes Carolines lips, "Right." She nods her head slowly, running her fingers through her hair. "I dare you…" She taps the tip of her nose with her pointer finger. "To dress in drag and hit on the first guy you see."

[im-fuckincook]

"Fuckin' Car, consider it done." He gave her a last mischievous smile and hopped off the bar stool, snatching a purse from here, a scarf from there and being the charmer he was, he convinced some girls to borrow other stuff from them: a pair of heels, some lipstick and even a wig from an older woman who was seated alone in the corner. He put everything on-- messily of course, threw his own stuff on the bathroom floor and headed over to the bar, approaching Caroline. "What do you think?" He asked, licking his lips with his tongue, tasting the red lipstick that was badly applied. "Too bad you're not a guy."