Re: Change your Tune!

[peachie-keen]

He grinned at the sound of praise. "No problem Chissy!" he exclaimed, extremely pleased with his friend-making skills. His pace quickened a little as the club's overhanging sign came into view. And he drifted off. Thinking of all the food he could eat. Robyn would always make sure they put extra cheese on everything for him.
Nachos...
Pizza...
Spaghetti...
Soup...
Brownie...
Well, maybe the last two didn't have cheese on. but the rest of it, he made sure had a pile of the melted stuff, in all its fattening glory, shoved right on top of his meal.
The brownies were pretty good...

[OpenTheDoor]

Actually, there’s a night club near me that’s named with a day of the week. I just thought that I’d copying that
And you can have cheese with soup... Just sayin’

It wasn’t that other people were telling her that she wasn’t. No, she often received little compliments on certain aspects of her body, her hair, it seemed, especially, though often it was on her rarely-seen smile and, strangely enough, her spotless skin. But it was just herself who was telling her differently. Just him staring down at her butt as much as he was was making herself doubt her choice in dress.
She was her biggest critic.
“I shan’t,” she smirked as his lips were taken away from hers, “Okay?”
Letting out a small giggle, her hands trickled down the front of his shirt, circling the buttons sewn onto the front with her fingers. Yeah, she wasn’t going to promise anything though. It wasn’t as if the guy was going to see her after that, anyway. He was the kind of guy who had it with a girl and then moved on ASAP. But so far, it didn’t seem like the spontaneous sex that he was probably used to having. Well, they were talking.
“And we’re going to have to find something to do whilst we wait, then,” she sighed, “Got any ideas at all?”
She slowly began to chew on her lip, her fingers fiddling with the ends of his tie lightly as she peered into the backs of his eyes. Maybe she was hoping that he would take a little bit more control of the situation. Though she always acted like quite a strong character, when it boiled down to it, Tori much rather preferred being told what to do.

So after speeding up his pace, Chris managed to finally reach the door of the club. His hand gripped around the handle, yanking it open with a soft smooth action. Suddenly, the warmth of the indoors hit him like a lovely ton of bricks. He didn’t know what it was that place but... It was like a third home to him.
“Go on then guys,” he smirked, waiting for them to move forward, “I’m starving.”
And, right on cue, his stomach began to rumble, a deep ferocious sound which sounded rather much like a lynx growling at its prey. Yeah, he was going to be having three courses that day, for sure.

[peachie-keen]

Head cocked to the side in doubt, he wasn't all to sure whether he believed her words or not. He'd never really been good with listening to problems though. Or rather, he never bothered to find out whether or not he was good. Being the arse he is, he wasn't too eager to find out either. He waited until the last button was unclasped, revealing his torso to the girl sat, or laid, really, in front of him. Or on top of him. He grinned, pleased with himself. He didn't often work out, but faint lines still wrapped around his stomach muscles, shaped like a fish skeleton, indentation on his body.
He whipped his hands out, putting wrapping his large fingers around her shoulders, and pushing her to the side, and then underneath him, in a smooth movement. "My turn." He commanded, a mischievous grin covering his face. He leant across her, nearly squashing her face with his chest, reaching for his beer. Sitting back up, he topk a sip, and let out a sigh of satisfaction, just as they did in the adverts. And, with one hand, he began to untangle her own buttons from the opposite side of her shirt, revealing his little present shed bought herself. Honestly, he wasnt sure if it was more of a present for him or for her. And with the final button set free, he rested his can over her belly button, using her as a temporary beer mat. His eyes flickered from one breast, to another, and back to her face, raising a curious eyebrow.

[peachie-keen]

Of course, it had to be Robyn on door duty. Harlie had hoped he could steadily bring her towards him in a not-so-coincidental coincidence. But of course, there she stood, glaring at her brother, holding menus in her hand. He smiled back, but her stare gre worse as the final member of their party entered. Harlie bit his lip, and as he did so Robyn's expression instantly changed. She did, deep down, love her little brother, andshe knew how quickly he could get upset...
"Hi there, and welcome to Tuesday's." she chirped, nodding to each of them. "My name's Robyn, and i'll be your waitress. Have you been to Tuesday's before?"

[OpenTheDoor]

So, her suspicions were right as she flew apart the edges of his shirt. Yeah, there were some faint lines, not as defined as she had seen before, but hardly a bad attempt of them as she had, also, seen before.
But as he flipped them both, pushing her underneath him, she couldn’t help but smirk, throwing her hands above her head as she peered back up at him...and then he decided to squish her with his very nice chest. She just laid there, a small confused look on her face as he leant back and took a large gulp of his beer. Maybe she wished that she was sitting up straight so that she could have a bit... But it didn’t really seem like the nicest thing to do.
Her eyes stayed perched on his as he began to show a little more of the black and cream lace corset which was hidden underneath. It didn’t take her long to choose it, that was after feeling a bit out of place amongst the rest of the sorts of the things which they sold. She was just glad that she went with that seeing as she had a cold can balancing on her stomach, something which she wasn’t necessarily appreciating either.
But the whole glancing at her tits was only natural. They were one of her favourite assets.
“Yes...?” she asked lightly, “Care to screw me instead of using my tummy as a table? I’m not an otter.”
Oh, how she loved South Park.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Digby’s eyes flickered from the girl’s face to Harlie’s trying to wonder why someone up there thought that it was funny to torture him like that. Why couldn’t it have been lazy-eyed Emily? She was a nice girl and all but... Well, you never knew who she was looking at.
So Chris was a nice guy and decided to talk instead of his dear friend.
“Yep,” he nodded, “Many, many times...”
And each time just seemed to get better and better.
Well, for Digby it didn’t. At that time he was kind of wishing that he could just disappear from the face of the earth never to return again or that he had the ability to turn invisible as his big sister had convinced him he was able to do when he was eight.
That didn’t end well. It turns out that show and tell didn’t appreciate when you stripped off on front of them to prove that you were, indeed, invisible.
How he hated his sister.
“So if we could have a table for three, Robyn, that would be wonderful,” he grinned.
Yeah, he wasn’t focusing on the fact that she had just broken his friend’s heart. That just wasn’t nice.

[peachie-keen]

Matt blinked at that comment. "Well, if you insist..." He shrugged, leaning over again to put his can back in it's place. He sat up again, looking down at the corset, stroking the material that curved around her figure, careful to resist touching her assets. Money well spent.
"You should wear this out more often." He suggested, shuffling back a little, and leaning forward onto her, resying his face on the cushions of her breasts. He kissed the centre, looking up from his position. And then, he kissed her again, in the same place, working his way up her neck in inch-apart kisses, until landing on her lips, feeling her chest against his. He pusged his hands between them, feeling a cold metal button, unlocking it and unzipping. He wasn't to sure which of them it belonged to, but he was happy either way. He smiled against her lips, pecking her again.

Robyn nodded, smiling through gritted teeth, and led the three over to a table by the window, handing them a menu each. Harlie flashed his discount card, beaming, and completely improvising. "Robyn, would I be able to have a little chat about the discount elsewhere? Please?" He asked, swallowing.
The girl nodded, ushering him over to a far corner.
"What are you doing here Harlie?" She demanded, before he had a chance to speak.
"I wanted to see how well suited you-"
"Don't give me that. I already gave it a go last night, just as you wanted."
"For twenty minutes?"
The girl paused. He did have a point. "I had other stuff to do..."
"Such as?"
"Look, I'm not doing it."
"Sam said she would. " he protested, putting his hands on his hips.
"She did?" Another pause, and she glanced over to the table. "Well-"
"Come on, just one more. For your baby brother. Please?" He batted his long eyelashes at her, dropping his bottom lip.
She muttered a "Fine..." And had his gangly arms thrown around her in thanks. "You owe me. Again." She told him, raising an eyebrow.

[OpenTheDoor]

Curiously, the girl watched him as his hands trailed over her body, over the ebbs and flow of her curves. She gave a small shaky breath, her stare constantly flickering between his eyes and his handiwork. Her lips held a small smile to his suggestion, barely considering it.
That’s doubtful.
For the majority of people, all they were going to see were her check shirts and skinnies. That little number would be for the lucky few.
But her thoughts were cut off as she gave small soft moan. Her mind being blurred as he kissed his way up to her lips, her eyes rolling back as the sensation ran over her skin, the feeling in her gut beginning to grow and multiply, revelling in the moment. A hand ran through his hair as he met her lips, pulling him a little closer to his body, the other slipping the thin white shirt from off of his shoulder. She was beginning to get a little impatient with clothing. Having his bare body pressed into hers was a lot more appealing.
And by the fact that she was beginning to grind into him clearly showed him her current emotional state towards him.

“Why is it always me?”
Digby gave a frown as he took his seat, the one which didn’t have to face the rest of the room. He didn’t think that he could tolerate watching her walk around, not after the quickest, and so by default, shittiest date that he had ever had.
And he thought that that was impossible to beat.
But you weren’t going to get any sort of detail from him. He was going to take that stuff to the grave.
“Because bad things need to happen so you can appreciate the good, Digby. Just smile and relax. Anyway, there’s plenty more fish in the sea, isn’t there?”
With a small grin, he peered over to where Harlie and their waitress had wandered off to. It didn’t seem as though they were talking about a discount, though. It looked rather heated over there...well, until Harlie started hugging the girl.
He must have known her...
They might have just been friends. Harlie seemed to have the ability to make friends with everyone, didn’t he? Well, he was attempting to be friends with Mr. Digby so he must have that ability.

[peachie-keen]

"Enjoying this?" The singer asked, playfully, noticing the slight movement in her hips. He smiled, pulling his lips away, helping his shirt to come off, throwing it onto the floor. This seemed a few thousand miles away from sulking on the sofabed twenty minutes ago.
In response, he teased her with his own hip movements, lightly brushing against her jean zip. Kneeling up, he pushed her legs up, so her feet were pointing towards the ceiling, and carefully, he pinched the ends of her jeans, tugging lightly. "These could come off, you know." Whispered the boy, watching her expressions intently.

Robyn peeled the boys arms off of her, giving a one-sided smile, and Harlie picked his discount card up determinedly. She escorted him back to his table, smiling to all three. "Just call me over when you're ready to order." She offered, nodding to the group collectively and strutting off.
Harlie sat down between the two boys, looking pleased with himself. "Discount is sorted." He informed them, waving about his family and friends card. "Half price food and a thirs off of drinks." The bassist beamed, showing of his pearly whites, rather proud of himself. He felt important.

Back in the kitchen, Robyn began to sort herself out a bit. After undoing the top button of her red checked blouse, readjusting her bra, making her thong visible out the top of her jeans, and reapplying lipstick, she juat had to poof up her curly hair, and she'd be done. Perfect.
The uniform wasn't bad at Tuesdays, actually. As long as you wore red heels and the uniform top in the day, you could put what you wanted on your legs, as long as it was red, black, or denim. At night, it was the whole smutty black and red corset dress look, which she didnt particularly like, but it kept her in the job. She could awear sometimes, that was half the reason most punters chose Tuesday's over the shabby wetherspoons.

[OpenTheDoor]

There’s nothing wrong with Wetherspoon’s D:

Tori bit into her lip as he began to return the favour, his hips sweetly grating against her. Her mouth let out a small throaty moan, her eyes still flickering shut as her hands clenched together to try and bear the sweet pain.
But as he began to take a hold of her legs, she raised her head. She didn’t take much suggesting to get her anywhere where he wanted her. Yeah, she was pretty sure that she would have done whatever he said about then.
“Then be a dear and help me take them off,” she answered simply with a small pout.

The two gents looked at one another, a raised brow upon their faces.
Half priced food?
Third off drinks?
At their favourite haunt?
It seemed as though they were going to have to stay friend with Harlie.
“We do love you, Harlie,” Chris smirked, picking up his menu, “But how did you get the card then?”
He must have been related to one of the staff.
Wait.
Related.
...Robyn.
The guy quickly glanced around to watch the girl wander back out of the kitchen area, all newly dolled up with the tits popping out and the thong. Already the drummer seemed to grin...but that was awkward because...
But then why was he setting up Digby on a date with his relative? That was the last thing a guy would do. It was awkward. Hell, he was sure that Digby wouldn’t have set him up on a date with his older sister.
Harlie was truly one of a kind.

[peachie-keen]

I know, I know... :')

He probably could have guessed her response from all the noises coming from her mouth. He pulled them off, up and over her shoes, slowly revealing what lay underneath. And, naturally, he was pleased with what he saw. He tosses her jeans over his shoulder, half heartedly, and unbuttoned his own, revealing half of a Calvin Klein logo on white boxers. Who else? He knelt over her once again, tucking her legs back into place, and gave a short couple of thrusts teasingly. He reverted back to pushing his lips onto hers, relishing the moment.
The deed normally would have been done by now. And yet, this tension was starting to eat him up. It was probably quite obvious that he couldn't wait to get started, but there was no harm in at least trying to conceal it, was there?

Harlie stared for a moment, back at the musician. He blinked once, twice. And then he opened his mouth to speak.
"Friend." Was all he could muster. "Robyn... She's a friend of the band." He chewed the inside of his cheek, still staring. Technically, she was. Theo and Daz knew her. Matt tried to get to know her a bit better.
The boy, looking quite childish again, suddenly, lost his sense of power, and decided to bury hia head in the menu. He needed a Jack Daniels milkshake. And nachos. And pesto pasta for Sam, don't forget. Then maybe some mozzeralla and chicken pieces, all battered up...
Just don't say anything.

[OpenTheDoor]

How did she know that he would have designer boxers? But she gave a small smirk, seeing the fabric tenting from...his excitement.
Slipping off her heels using her feet and kicking them to the side, her legs wrapped around the back of him, pulling him closer to her body. A small whimper escaped her lips as he began to gently and teasingly thrust against her, her fingers gripping onto his hair, giving it a light tug as her back arched into him.
Her actions were literally screaming for him to get on with it...but not in a bad way. It was just that it was beginning to get unbearable, the emotions within her.
So as she pried her lips away from his, resting her forehead against his, she stared into the back of his eyes, that sort of smoulder left in her gaze. But as her fingertips trailed down the contours of his body, they stopped once they reached the elastic of his pants. There, she slowly began to tug on it, a small smirk on her lips.
He must have got the hint.

“Fair enough.”
With a shrug, Digby went back to the menu, trying to decide whether he wanted the hot wings or the burger. But Chris couldn’t help but feel as though he was lying to them.
He had done it before so why couldn’t he do it again?
But oh well. If he didn’t want them to know then... Well, it was his choice, wasn’t it?
“No, I’ll have the wings,” Digby nodded, looking up from his menu, “They’re nice but not too...hot...”
His eyes had managed to find a way to their waitress, the very hot waitress and the one which he managed to screw up with the night before.
She had done that to smite him, didn’t she?
But still, he did find his eyes lingering on that fine chest, that fine, fine chest.

[peachie-keen]

Harlie: #awks

"Oh, you like that?" He bit his lip, feeling a rush of enjoyment through his bloodas the tips of her fingers brushed against his skin. And now, the final item of clothing... He slipped his jeans off carefully, and gave her a quick once-over. And then, starting from her crotch, the first kiss lingering a little, he pressed his lips against her again, travelling up her body, again with each an inch further than the last.
He stopped at her lips threading his fingers through her hair, and stroking her cheekbone lightly with his thumb, and kissed her once more, pressing his body close, feeling her corset against his bare chest, making cicular motions with his crotch.

The baby-faced boy put his menu firmly on the table. He nodded to both of the boys, frowning in concentration. He smiled, after confirming his choice of food in his head. Then his phone vibrated in his.pocket.
After a shocked face on Harlie's behalf, he whipped it from his pocket, scanning the words, and tapping rapidly.

Sam-
Yeah sure, can't leave my favourite boy all alone. Just left the house, taken the van with me, and thank god Theo emptied it out last night. See you in 10 x

Harlie-
Thanks sweetie! And I have a favour to ask you, but you'll probably guess when you get here. Sorry in advance. You can share my shake. xoxoxoxo

[OpenTheDoor]

She seemed a little too busy to answer his teasing question, especially when he was kissing her in such a way, all the way up her body. She couldn’t help but squirm slightly, that feeling in her gut needing to be quenched as soon as it was possible. But as he reached her lips, her hands took their place upon his shoulders, finding something to grip onto as a gasp escaped from her mouth behind his. She kissed back into him, her tongue gently running across his lower lip, nibbling it gently, her desperation making her hungry for more.
It seemed that her mind had chosen to forget about the fact that she was angry with him, that he was over an hour late turning up to see her. Yet still, she was bucking like a bronco into him.

Do the next bit in a tick

[OpenTheDoor]

Oh Harlie... He's playing Cupid, but with his big sister and his manager? Surely that's a bit...odd

He seems to be on his phone a lot, that boy.
Chris, peering up from his menu, raised a brow as the bisexual guitarist looked completely focused on sending those little messages to whoever it was. Well, he was assuming it was who he had set him up on a date with, that Sam person.
He was actually in the mood for a hotdog but he didn't think that eating it around two guys would have been very...comfortable. Instead, he decided upon the spag bol and a Magner's. You couldn't go wrong with that.
"Better you than me, though, Dee," he sighed, turning to his friend, "They're way too... Dee?"
It took him a second to realise where he was staring. It seemed to be towards the rest of the room and a certain person who was standing there...
Whoa.
She was...
That was why he loved Tuesday's, but that stuff was usually left for the evening rather than the day time...not that he was complaining.
"Yeah...?" the other one murmured lightly, refusing to move his sights, "'Sup?"
"Don't make me punch you."

[peachie-keen]

WAIT, WHO IS STANDING THERE.
I'm confused.
And yeah, originally he was setting Digby up so he wouldn't kill Matt for flirting with Tori (he seemed a bit jealous...)
And Sam, I'm not too sure. I think he feels it's his duty.

[OpenTheDoor]

Robyn...

Sorry, I didn't make it clear.

But good Harlie //pats head

[peachie-keen]

Making more sense now, just being sure it wasn't one of your characters, ha. Ill rey on yhe morning, m'love xx

[OpenTheDoor]

Haha, sorry ^.^" And okie dokie, then. Talk to you later

[peachie-keen]

He held his lips in place, feeling a tongue running over his lips, and a set of teeth chewing his lower one. He smiled through her teeth, allowing his tongue to greet hers, gently caressing the sides. He was beginning to let out his own moans of satisfaction, his eyes closed so as to intesify the sensation her touch created, as a rush of lust poured through his blood with each fingertip brushing against his skin.
"Mmm..." He groaned, allowing his hands to search for the roundness of her breasts, he fingertips fumbling to unclasp each hook from each eye of her corset, one by one.
Oh Tori, you do know how to please a man...

[peachie-keen]

"Hello boys..."
A girl stood in front of the three, refusing to make eye contact with the softer-faced one. Yes, she was doing this for him, but she was rather embarrassed deep down. If she so much as looked at Harlie, she might fall into fits of laughter. That, or die on the spot.
She fluttered her long lashes, pouting a little. "Ready to order?" She asked, speaking slowly, emphasising each letter of each word that escaped her mouth.
Before any of them could reply, she leant over, being sure her head was level with that of Digby's, standing next to him, as her breasts seemed to expand from her shirt, which must have given Chris something nice to look at. "You never called me." She whispered into Digby's ear, her hair now covering half of her face.
She stood straight, whipping out a notepad supplied by her work, and prepared for any orders.

[OpenTheDoor]

The girl continued to moan at every one of his touches, his tongue caressing hers gently, his groans of enjoyment making her feel a little more excited. Her scarred arms wrapped around his, her fingers gently grazed against his skin, through his hair once again as her tongue rolled against his. A shuddered breath escaped from her lips as she felt herself slowly and one by one being laid bare, his hands making light work of the hooks on the front of what little clothing she was left with.
She could most definitely tell that he was well-taught and trained in that art, all of his actions as determined as the next. Her hopes were just that she met his expectations.
But as the last eye became unthreaded, she couldn’t help but allow a small gasp escape her lips, lifting them away from his to peer up at and show a small smile.

His brows gently furrowed to her words. If he remembered correctly she had never given him her number. He did ask for it as she left but...
Well, he was left alone at the bar, wasn’t he?
He didn’t want to think about it...
So why was it a good idea in his head to go on a date with one of the barmaids at their favourite nightclub? Why did he have to do it where he was bound to return many, many times?
He ruined the club.
But as Digby seemed to be a little bit lost for words as she whispered into his ear, Chris was in a similar predicament. His eyes had managed to find their way to her chest and was pretty much hoping that they were going to have a lovely long chat like that.
Just her leaning over like that.
Oh yes.
But it didn’t turn out the way that he planned as she shot straight up, and though they did give a nice little dance as she got up, it wasn’t quite the same.
It still took him a few seconds to collect his thoughts.
“I’ll have a Magner’s Pear Cider with...spaghetti bolognas and an extra side of curly fries with cheese,” Chris smirked, shutting the menu.
Yeah, he was probably going to die from a heart attack one day but he didn’t mind.
Y’know, Carpe Diem and all of that shizzle.
“Hot wings with wedges and a Disaronno with coke.”
Digby spoke a bit plainly as he slammed the menu and held it up for her. Sure, his eyes couldn’t help but flicker to her chest but he still couldn’t where a frown. She wasn’t really interested, was she? She couldn’t have been, not after how she acted that night before.
Harlie probably talked her into it.

[peachie-keen]

Oh Chris, you do make me laugh...

Matt gave a chuckle. Each of the sounds that erupted from that tiny mouth of hers amused him. Plus, it was a pretty big confidence booster. Like when you make somebody dinner, and they sit at the table, food in their mouth, "Mmm-ing." He could certainly put some food in her mouth... He smirked at that thought, placing his hands now quite firmly on her breasts, there wasn't too much teasing about it. As he did so, he once against leaned towards her to give her lips the attention they deserved.
"You-" kiss "Are-" kiss "Beautiful-" kiss kiss.

Details or not...........? Could do a time skip. Completely up to you, darlin'.

Halfheartedly, the girl noted down the two meals, and both drinks.
Then the third boy chirped up, completely oblivious to his Robyn's attempts to show off her features to the other two boys. "I'll have the nacho sharer, with extra cheese and salsa to start, the chicken-mozzerella dippers with sweet potato fries, with extra cheese, and pesto pasta with pumpkin seeds. And then I'll have the Jack Daniel's Milkshake for myself, and then an extra pint, please." He nodded, rather pleased that he'd remembered it all.
The waitress raised an amused eyebrow, noting down the last drink.
"Anything else?" she enquired.
"That'll be all, thanks miss."
Then, on the sheet underneath the order, she noted an eleven digit number. Once more, she bent down next to digby, her cleavage staring ahead, and whispered. "Don't lose it this time, eh sweetie?" Carefully, she placed a small folded piece of paper on the tablemat in front of him, biting her red lip. "See you soon." she teased, turning and strutting off, her heels clicking against the floor.
What the two boys failed to notice though, was the third, once again beaming to himself like an idiot.

[OpenTheDoor]

No, I'll leave it up to you. I'm indifferent either way... Can do a time skip if you want.

Actually, seeing as I'm not typing a reply, we could do a time skip ^.^"

As Harlie reeled off the long list of food, Chris quickly began to feel as though he wasn’t having a whole lot to eat. He just hoped that he would be allowed to have a nacho or two from that massive platter.
And he had seen the size of the platter. Yes, he had eaten his way through them before but...he was skinny.
But then again, Tori could eat half her weight in food and wasn’t fat.
So as she strutted off and his eyes stayed posted on that very nice bottom of hers, the drummer gave a sigh, running a hand through his hair. But as Digby picked up the piece of paper, he frowned, reading over those precious little digits. Yeah, it seemed genuine enough but...
He didn't like her attitude. She was too...sunny.
But she had a nice body.
A very nice body.
"Brilliant," he murmured, slipping the number into his pocket, "Round two."

[peachie-keen]

Up to you sweet cheeks! ;3

Harlie seemed happy enough with his order. But he just seemed a little too excited to make much of a conversation. After a long pause and a lot of debate over choice of words, he settled on "I'm starving."
He looked down at his stomach, just imagining the amount of cheese they'd pile onto his dinner was making his mouth water. And then he'd have his milkshake, his wonderful wonderful milkshake... Soon enough, he spotted another of the barmaids- or waitresses, this time of day, making their drinks up. Robyn seemed to have dissappeared... But quickly, old Sally came ambling along towards them.
"Well 'ere we are loveys." she croaked, a typical mid-fifties voice and accent, dumping the drinks onto the table, her cleavage not so pleasant as Robyn's and trudging off.

[OpenTheDoor]

Then we shall skip

Oh Sally, she did try. She might not have had the same cleavage as the rest of the younger girls but...well, she tried.
"Thanks," Chris smirked, instantly taking a sip of his cider, "Oh, that's good. Better than any coffee."
That was an understatement. Who would have rather had the bitter taste of coffee in their mouth when they could have the refreshing quenching sensation of an alcoholic beverage?
Yes, he could sell them.
"Quite," Digby nodded, sipping his drink.
Yeah, his mind still wasn't in the right place. He was still pondering what he should do. Should he phone her? She would surely only chew his heart out once again.
...he could write a song about her. That might help.

[peachie-keen]

Harlie took a large gulp of his own drink, and sighed at the beautiful taste of the brownish liquid. And then, his lips curved upwards. A blonde blur hurried past the glass window, in skimpy denim shorts, black strappy top that sat a bit low, and was still a bit short, and an oversized hooded coat, and chunky boots, stopping halfway up her calves. Sam.
The bell of the door rang as she pushed through, mouth open, looking around. And then she spotted them. Her face sunk a little. She paced over, what little fat she posses jumping under her skin. as she got to yhe table, she put her hands on her hips, weight on one leg, and raised an eyebrow.
"Harlie." she adressed him, giving him the stare.
"Sam..." he replied, not as confidently. "I got you a beer..." He reasoned, ready to apologise heavily already.
She sighed, shaking her head, and in turn, her locks of gold hair, and slumped down, throwing off her jacket.
"Alright." She greeted casually to the other two.

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