Light Ice
A Real Bastard
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2003
- Posts
- 5,398
* nimbly drops off the stool, tucks and rolls to the sink, grabs the kitchen sprayer, knocks the tap on and aims*
Feeling lucky?
"Starting to." He admitted.
Claiming his full height as he rises, there was no pretense to stay to his stool. Instead, drawing up to her, he began his steady stalk forward around the bar's end and towards her place beside the sink.