#spuricus

[islafox-blog1]

this party seemed to be suffering some sort of liquor drought. as isla completed her third circle around the area and came up empty once more, she was about to give up - until she spotted a lone shot glass on the counter surrounded by salt with a little lime wedge to boot. she bee-lined for the tequila, her fingers wrapping around the rim just as another hand grabbed the base. her eyes locked onto the others. “oh, filho da puta.” the portuguese instinctively slid off her tongue at the sight of him ( as did the menacing tone ). “fuck off and let go of the shot, sam.”

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[raqscallion-blog]

xx. @spuricus​

    “   GOD,  you’ve turned into such a bore...   ”   since you’ve started dating zona.  they DRAMATICALLY  took the seat next to him,  arms and legs crossed.   “   let’s go street racing   ”   a glance at him.  it’d been a while since they’d actually hung out together,  and achilles would one-hundred percent take the blame for it without any sort of hesitation.   “   i HAVE taken you racin’ before,  right ?   ”