Billy Tallent

I'm sorry. I can't come to the phone right now. I'm eating corn chips and masturbating. // {RP 21+} #HardCoreLogoAU #BPRP

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- Whatever the hell that felt like.}

@BlueTattoo_ @_ThankYouKindly

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- fucking amuck.

And all of this, every last note, would be so much easier to handle if he could just have some. goddamn. sleep. --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- later, be carted off to get prodded by the men in white coats while the papers screamed their story about the insane musician run --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- on the Rock God, and @BlueTattoo_ would be up shit creek. Either that or @NoRealSelf would open his mouth and, ten damn seconds --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- hadn't taken out the pompous jackass? Fuck, that was all they'd need. Some industrious do-gooder, looking to play Pin the Blame --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- wondering if they'd found the body yet.

How long would it take for people to be on their tail? Would the cops buy that @BlueTattoo_ --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- at the crystal clear memory of the reviewer with the fucking ballpoint in his baby blue, he sighed; pushing a hand through his hair --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- Trying to push his mind from the Cavalcade of Crap they'd left behind in the dressing room, a growl rumbling low in his throat --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- his leather jacket higher on his shoulder, irritatingly, undeniably /awake/. --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- Did that even exist?

Stretched out on the backseat of the rented van, he turned his face to the cushion and huffed; shrugging --

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

{Sleep.

What the hell did that even /feel/ like?

A solid six, seven hours that didn't come courtesy of polishing off a bottle? --

[Todd Gaines @20FcknHits]

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Thunder Bay. Local time is 6:28 in the pm. Local temperature is a seasonal minus seventeen. --

[Const. Benton Fraser @_ThankYouKindly]

//Solo Alert ~ Murder In Canada

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- get gone. Get on the road and pretend that /none/ of this fucking happened. Okay? @BlueTattoo_ @_Pipefitter @NoRealSelf

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- schedule in rhyme; he steered @BlueTattoo_ towards the door, putting on a lazy grin} We get paid. And -- @_Pipefitter @NoRealSelf

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- to get @NoRealSelf the fuck away before #John left a poem or some shit on the body, pointing out their tour -- @BlueTattoo_ @_Pipefitter

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- You and John need to start hauling gear to the van. {Catching @_Pipefitter's gaze, his own silently shouting -- @BlueTattoo_ @NoRealSelf

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- had come to leaving fingerprints on the pen in the hipster bastard's eye} {casually} Pipe. -- @BlueTattoo_ @_Pipefitter @NoRealSelf

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- to the body, his eyes went wide; stretching to kick @_Pipefitter in the ankle, twitching at how close #John -- @BlueTattoo_ @NoRealSelf

[Billy Tallent @LickMyBlade]

-- fucking wrong, okay? So nobody notices anything's off. {Attention caught by @NoRealSelf's nearness to the --@BlueTattoo_ @_Pipefitter