egghead
and bacon
"Calm down, kiddo, you didn't kill nothin," Rachel nudged the pocketknife lying in a pool of blood. She was already in a bad mood, she didn't need somebody throwing up. Ugh, those stains were never going to wash out...
She bent down and slipped the rings from the werewolf's fingers, the flashy watch from his wrist, and the fat diamond studs from his ears. Cash in his torn up plaid shirt, too, a thick wad of her favourite thing. "Mm, about time this guy paid for his tab."
She bent down and slipped the rings from the werewolf's fingers, the flashy watch from his wrist, and the fat diamond studs from his ears. Cash in his torn up plaid shirt, too, a thick wad of her favourite thing. "Mm, about time this guy paid for his tab."