He leaned in, squinting as he examined the pin displayed before him, then gave a nod of approval.
" Yes, I do have a bit of a fondness for him... it's the pelvic thrusting, you know. I also enjoy that one song, the "Burning Love" tune. "
The Esmeralda Barn pulses with noise—laughter, clinking glasses, the band’s jazzy wail cutting through the din. Ron Kray, slouched in the booth, tie loose, a wild glint in his eye. Sauce stains his shirt, a sloppy red smear he didn't bother to wipe, he caught a glimpse of
prim and French, judgin’ me?" I laugh, sharp and loud, then snatch a napkin, smearing the stain worse, eyes blazing. "Go on, say it! Say I’m a bleedin’ animal! I see it in them posh eyes o’ yours— what is going through that tiny mind of yours?" He leaned in closer, teetering