"Shit, if you're calling me sweetheart, I must look like real fucking hell." Parker said with a muttered laugh. She frowned quickly, and then went to the closet to pull out a rather large bottle of gin. Gin wasn't so high on her favorites, but she'd run out of vodka and there was no scotch left aboard anywhere. From the pocket of her jacket, she grabbed an orange.
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Re: Spam
Date: 2010-06-23 03:58 pm (UTC)