decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She nodded some and got him sat down, rubbing his shoulders soothingly. “Everything okay?” She asked him quietly before going to get him that beer and take it back to him, eventually sitting down and watching him some while she ate.
“who bought the fucking table?!” He snapped at her. “Who’s money pays for everything in this fucking house?” He spat sitting down absolutely miserable and rubbed at his face.
“who bought the fucking table?!” He snapped at her. “Who’s money pays for everything in this fucking house?” He spat sitting down absolutely miserable and rubbed at his face.