I'll kick them in the bollocks and spit on them when they're down, and then I'll be gone back into the darkness, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack.
Right, time to drag my backside down the garage for some ciggies.
Twenty bloody quid a packet, and most of it tax for a government that doesn’t know its arse from its elbow.
Wankers.
@SupergirlZorEl Deep sigh.
“Bollocks.
Do you have any bloody idea how hard I work to keep off the radar of you super-types?
Right, spit it out, what do you want?”
@MlSTRESSHEL // If I can be so bold, you have to do this for you and not for anyone else. RP is supposed to be a fun escape and shouldn’t be a chore. You can’t please everyone all of the time.
@DevoutVendetta “You wouldn’t have agreed to a drink if I’d asked you straight out, would you Princess? Probably kicked me in the nuts instead and gone about your business.”
@DevoutVendetta “I’ve got a place.” He said with a wry smile. “It hops around.” The House of Mystery very much had a mind of its own. It also has a well stocked gin cupboard and a warm bed so John didn’t complain. “I’m a dabbler, Luv. I make me own luck, it gets me by.”
@DevoutVendetta “Do I look like a bloke with money?” He had enough to get by but mostly didn’t charge for his services. His line of work was more out of a duty than anything else. Luckily he was good with his hands and could magic a credit card out of someone else’s pocket.