Post by caleb on Jul 29, 2008 8:19:53 GMT -5
Caleb pretended to whine as she nudged him, still playing up on the whole wounded puppy act.
"Aww come on. I know a fight is fun but you gotta save those for bars. Those are the most fun. And when they are drunk its entertaining watching them flail about."
Purse of the lips and a shrug of his shoulders as they continued to walk, this time without the disgusting soundtrack of leering in the background.
"True, but then where's the sport in that aye? I mean, I'm all for punchin up aled-up dollies, but there's somethin to be said when they got their so-called wits about them."
Eyebrow waggle and he nudged her back with his shoulder, chuckling at the thought of both of them in a bar fight. Maybe for her next birthday bash, it was a good idea for ringing in another year.
"Werent you leading me somewhere?"
"Hmn? Oh yeah, so much for sweet distractions..."
Caleb rubbed his chin and looked about, eyes narrowed and tongue tip poking out.
"Mmmmm.... Ah! Right over there ought about do it."
Wrapping his arm over her shoulder, he led her by the arm around another corner, down a few stalls until they came to an open air cafe. The rack of kebab already being sliced and placed between toasted buns.
"Greasy meat and beer!" he grinned, "My treat."
"Aww come on. I know a fight is fun but you gotta save those for bars. Those are the most fun. And when they are drunk its entertaining watching them flail about."
Purse of the lips and a shrug of his shoulders as they continued to walk, this time without the disgusting soundtrack of leering in the background.
"True, but then where's the sport in that aye? I mean, I'm all for punchin up aled-up dollies, but there's somethin to be said when they got their so-called wits about them."
Eyebrow waggle and he nudged her back with his shoulder, chuckling at the thought of both of them in a bar fight. Maybe for her next birthday bash, it was a good idea for ringing in another year.
"Werent you leading me somewhere?"
"Hmn? Oh yeah, so much for sweet distractions..."
Caleb rubbed his chin and looked about, eyes narrowed and tongue tip poking out.
"Mmmmm.... Ah! Right over there ought about do it."
Wrapping his arm over her shoulder, he led her by the arm around another corner, down a few stalls until they came to an open air cafe. The rack of kebab already being sliced and placed between toasted buns.
"Greasy meat and beer!" he grinned, "My treat."