Mar 20, 2014
"So you are telling me that they are going to close the only Taco Bell we have here? No fucking way."
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"So you are telling me that they are going to close the only Taco Bell we have here? No fucking way."
"Could you please close the curtains?"
Allison was disoriented, and as soon as she punched the hooker in her face, she went outside. She made sure that her pepper spray was in her hand as well as one of her ring daggers in her sleeve. Thank god Sam was on his way, she felt disgusting.
Sam was on his way to pick up a teenager from a bar. A drunk teenager from a bar. He wanted to tell her to get away from there, too many rules and ways that he had learned from Dean when they were teenagers- but he wouldn't want to give her those answers. He wouldn't want a younger generation doing what he did.
Funny how that worked out. You got older, and suddenly it wasn't okay for the youth to do something you did. It was illogical, but he had to work with it. His mind was cracking too much for him to even attempt to try to philosophize on the subject.
Pulling up the car he had borrowed from Tony (there were a few it was okay to drive) by the road, he shifted out of it, not too close to the bar, as he locked the vehicle and started towards it, fully bracing himself for a drugged teenager.
"I'm not handing out freebies, if that's what you're here for. You either pay up or you get out. A couple of grand will get you from here to that building over there."
[text] I donnt nkow! I letierally only ahd a glass and If eel funny?[/text] [text] I thunk I jst punhed a hooker [/text]
[Text] Right. At least you're able to defend yourself. Be careful, keep the phone on hand, I'm on my way.
[text] 24 Hemlock Drive ? I can tstand up. Amd thbartender man loked scary[/text]
[text] How much did you drink? Enough for you to be this gone?
[text] Already moving.
[text]I th unk drink? Help me can home?!!!!! :xx)[/text]
[text] I’m sorry what?
[text] Are you drunk texting me?
[text] Need to know where you are to get you home.
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