tonight we are victorious.
@crocosteon
Gild Tesoro is many things, yes, but one thing he hardly is is humble.
He looks damn good and he knows he looks damn good; its bridal lingerie, making him look like something approaching angelic, godly. Hell, if he doesn’t get laid tonight it’ll be a damn crime, really.
He stubs out the last quarter of his cigarette under the toe of his high heels, exhales it out and turns to Crocodile.
“I’m guessing this is the place.” he says, grins, gestures to a man in a suit with a woman in lingerie hanging off of his arm as they walk inside the place. The doorman eyes the pair, shakes his head.
“No. No way.” he goes, “You’re not chicks, you don’t get in here wearing that.”
“Even if we look better than everyone in there?” Gild points to inside the place. He glances over at Crocodile, “Don’t you know a guy in there, anyway?”
