May 4, 2017
“Who’s your friend?”
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“Who’s your friend?”
"Tommy. Tommy, Tommy. You really expect me to just let you go on stage with the tie crooked like that?" Crewe sighed as he started to straighten Tommy's new to. (Hearinginskyblue) (well hello there ;) )
“You put your fingers on me again and you will lose them.” Tommy, equipped with a hangover and a glare fit to cut rock, was not having it today. Or any other day, for that matter. “Don’t think I haven’t cut off a few fingers in my day.”
(howdy!!
“Hello my new friends. How are you all this evening?”
"I know it’s dark, but trust me, I’m the hottest one here." (hearinginskyblue) (is this modern? who knows?)
“That’s a damn falsification if ever I knew what that word meant.” Tommy spoke over the roar of obnoxiously European house music. Not that he hated clubs. Just sharing air with Bob Crewe. “Hands where I can see em’.”