10-22-2018, 12:00 AM
JERSEYBOY
// super tired, excuse this
Tommy had turned towards the first man to address him, and almost instantly, he had recognized his suggestive tone of voice. He made a visible sick-face, wrenched with a scoff of distaste and disgust. Rarely was he flirted with by men, and while he knew that he was a good-looking fella, he never expected any men to flat-out admit their attraction to him. "Hey hey, cool it pal. I don't swing that way." Defended Tommy, furrowing his thick eyebrows. There were chicks at this party, and how embarrassing would it be for them to witness a random dude giving him bedroom-eyes? He definitely wasn't going to rip off his tearaway pants in front of this horn-dog.
Now, he fixed his attention onto another guy wearing a... rather tight black cat costume. Oh well, at least he wasn't hitting on him too. He gave a frown at his little jab, and he set the pizza boxes onto the counter. "Hm, that all depends. That'll cost ya' five bucks a piece." Tommy told Lucerys, maintaining a dead-serious expression. After a few seconds had passed, however, he cracked a smirk and said, "Just jokin'. Go nuts."
""If ya do have some, I'd love tae have a slice if ya don't mind." Tommy recognized that voice, and it was obviously that of the local Scot, Marina. Sporting his devilish smirk, Tommy glanced over his shoulder at the woman. "Go ahead, Mari." It was then that he noticed her... interesting costume. Knitting his brows, he set one hand upon his hip and guessed, "And you're supposed to be a... zombie? No wait- a homeless lady. It looks good on ya'." If he was being honest, he really couldn't tell what she was going to be. If the costume wasn't as plain as day, then there wasn't much of a chance that he would get it.
Tommy had turned towards the first man to address him, and almost instantly, he had recognized his suggestive tone of voice. He made a visible sick-face, wrenched with a scoff of distaste and disgust. Rarely was he flirted with by men, and while he knew that he was a good-looking fella, he never expected any men to flat-out admit their attraction to him. "Hey hey, cool it pal. I don't swing that way." Defended Tommy, furrowing his thick eyebrows. There were chicks at this party, and how embarrassing would it be for them to witness a random dude giving him bedroom-eyes? He definitely wasn't going to rip off his tearaway pants in front of this horn-dog.
Now, he fixed his attention onto another guy wearing a... rather tight black cat costume. Oh well, at least he wasn't hitting on him too. He gave a frown at his little jab, and he set the pizza boxes onto the counter. "Hm, that all depends. That'll cost ya' five bucks a piece." Tommy told Lucerys, maintaining a dead-serious expression. After a few seconds had passed, however, he cracked a smirk and said, "Just jokin'. Go nuts."
""If ya do have some, I'd love tae have a slice if ya don't mind." Tommy recognized that voice, and it was obviously that of the local Scot, Marina. Sporting his devilish smirk, Tommy glanced over his shoulder at the woman. "Go ahead, Mari." It was then that he noticed her... interesting costume. Knitting his brows, he set one hand upon his hip and guessed, "And you're supposed to be a... zombie? No wait- a homeless lady. It looks good on ya'." If he was being honest, he really couldn't tell what she was going to be. If the costume wasn't as plain as day, then there wasn't much of a chance that he would get it.
© MADI
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