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[gunpowdergelatine]

The biggest couch by the fire is occupied.

The person sprawling there is wearing a purple velvet dress with short puffed sleeves and a long, heavy skirt. A rather attractive pair of feet, in sheer black stockings, are crossed at the ankle and propped up on one arm of the couch; the head leaning against the other arm has shoulder-length brown curls streaked with fading green, tucked back behind one ear to reveal a small pearl earring. No makeup. A glass of whiskey in one hand, a small bag of jelly beans in the other, and a pair of black shoes with low wedge heels perched on a couch cushion beside the feet they presumably came off of.

Comments

[smokeandstreets]

". . . It's come up."

It's kind of freaky!

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Mm. Well, lemme tell ya, he's even better at that."

[smokeandstreets]

Tony wrinkles his nose.

"I'd believe it."

And he's glad he'll never have the opportunity to find out first-hand about it.

[gunpowdergelatine]

He laughs.

"Not your cup of tea, huh? Don't blame ya."

[smokeandstreets]

"Dude, I ain't dead, and I ain't in a hurry to be, and that shit is fuckin' deadly. Like, actually deadly."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"We-ell, not all of it," he says, thoughtfully.

[smokeandstreets]

"Do I even want to know?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

Very, very cheerfully: "I bet you don't."

[smokeandstreets]

"No bet."

[gunpowdergelatine]

He laughs.

[smokeandstreets]

Tony shrugs.

"He can tie my ass up any day of the week s'long as he doesn't make me bleed, is all I'm sayin'."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Not even a little? Where's the fun in that?" he teases.

[smokeandstreets]

Blithely: "I get all woozy."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Awwwwwwwww," he says, sympathetically.