| Subject: ::Get Gone::_Full Circle_ |
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Memphis+Tumbler
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Date Posted: 04/26/11 9:06:45pm
In reply to:
Angelina Uris
's message, ":Angels and Demons:" on 04/26/11 12:23:53am
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He considered Nancy's words briefly. Tori was probably the only female that had ever truly intimidated him, truthfully. The woman could chew each one of them up and spit them out if she so chose, so bloodying Tumbler's pretty little face the first day she had him back probably wasn't a healthy idea. He nodded, though he couldn't hide the slightly disappointed look on his face. "You're right. Besides, I don't really want to wind up dead tonight. Not when you've stopped wanting to kill me....for the moment." He grinned, leaning in to deliver a soft and sweet kiss on her lips. As bitter as he was over the past, it wasn't good to focus on that. The important thing was right there next to him, watching him with those gorgeous golden eyes.
He glanced at Shania being hauled to her feet by Tumbler and Tori, and was surprised when the woman didn't move in for Tumbler's balls. He smirked slightly, wondering exactly they had threatened-or bribed-her with to keep those fists from flying. He snickered at Laurie's cake comment and thought of asking Nancy if he was going to be allowed cake, but thought it might endanger a rib. With no desire to wind up looking like Frebby, he settled for a smirk in her direction.
Grasping the flute of champagne that Stan had handed him, her raised it. "To Toby & Laurie...may you have many happy years, and produce me with many future mechanics!" He chuckled, sipping the drink before refocusing on Angelina's speech. It made sense now, why Sway had wrenched away from him so harshly, and he felt like scum for having been so mean to her. He'd probably have to gravel for forgiveness...but if the old Sway was in there, anywhere, he'd eventually be forgiven. The woman had never been able to hold a grudge well. Then Angelina welcomed them home, and smiled wide. "A-fuckin'-men!" And then, for reasons he didn't know, he applauded. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
| STATS
:6'1:
:Dark hair:
:Blue eyes:
:Lean build:
| PERSONALITY
:Bold:
:Determined:
::Loyal:
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He literally had to bite his cheek--hard--to stifle the belly laugh that threatened to erupt when Tori bribed the hellcat with Prada. And when she threw being nice to the Latino in the mix, he thought he'd actually break the flesh of his inner cheek. He managed to keep it together, though, green eyes glinting playfully at Tori before he gave Shania a charming grin. "Such hurtful words from such a pretty little mouth." He was confident her desire for designer footwear would spare him retaliation, and couldn't help the baiting. Then Frebby was there, sounding like a little Speedy Gonzalaz. "I agree, Frebby. Say it again!" He chuckled as the couple moved back to the bar.
He handed one of the poured glasses of champagne to Tori, hoping that they'd toast soon so he could down his own. He tried not to, but Laurie's cake comment had him chuckling...only to be silence as he nearly choked at the feeling of Tori's lips on his ear. Her breathy comment had him speechless, and a slow smirk spread on his lips. "Really? I can have cake?" His voice had taken on a husky tone, thick with lust. "I love cake." He probably would have gotten raunchier had Angelina not piped up then, and he tore his gaze regrettably from the vixen he'd been blessed with.
"Lets just hope the machanics favor lil' mama...I wouldn't wish daddy's looks on a hog." He said jokingly, raising his glass. "Congrats, you two!" He downed his champagne in two swallows, setting the glass down as Angelina began to talk, telling them of the other members of the team. He worried for Sway, though he thought if there was any way for her to get better, this would be it. "Poor girl. Hopefully Amir will be able to help." He said to Tori. Sway had been all starry eyed whenever the man had been around, maybe there was a chance the man could bring her back. Then, to Angelina's welcome, he let out a loud whoop, then followed Memphis' applaud with his own. Knucklehead though Memphis was, the idea was a good one.
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Tomorrow we could drive around this town
Let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found
To take its place
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