BITCH DRINK //p, oallalla

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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it was a beautiful sunset, and jor had a bottle of alcohol in his left hand and a deagle in the other. he was sitting on top of a certain somebody's house and took a large gulp from the liquid, relishing the way it burned his throat as it went down. he sighed, audibly, a smirk resting onto his lips. the setting sun illuminated his features, his slashed cheekbones. a small gust of wind ruffled his collar, exposing the branded flesh that a certain feisty someone had given him. he inhaled the fresh air deeply, resting his weight onto the palm of his hand, pushing his shoulder out.

taking one last sip from the bottle, which was still full, he chuckled to himself and smashed the bottle on the roof of the house, knocking on the roof with his foot a few times. "oi, olalla." the male called out. "come out here and watch the sun with me! then let's get us some bitches or something. drinks are on you." whilst waiting for a response from the other he'd look out at the sun again.

[member=8745]Olalla[/member]

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