Oh, now she tries to be witty.
Playin’ a little game?
Too bad you picked
the wrong one to
join you, twat.
( But on the other hand, there is booze. )
« At least share. »
The changing emotions in his eyes told his entire monologue
it was obvious
She decided to be gracious anyway, she was on his lawn after all
Bottle in hand, she raised it to him
« By all means. »
« Get off my lawn. »
but practicing his
grumpy old man
voice can’t hurt.
« Why? I’m not hurting anybody am I?»
She took a sip of the bottle in her hand
she wasn’t frightened of him
with his shaggy blonde curls and his red, puffy, eyes
the lawn was nice and soft, and she wasn’t leaving
It had been a few days since they had moved to LA. Charlie knew only one thing about the place, it was scorching compared to Ireland. She was now standing outside the famed “murder house”, looking through the windows, admiring the structure. It seemed so classy, and yet, there was a hint of something else to it. Something sinister. But sinister never stopped her, and it never had. Sinister was what she looked for, and what she was not afraid of. “My god, this place is amazing…” she spoke softly to herself, contemplating whether or not to sneak inside and have a look around herself.