*walks in the bar*
wow...squish really fired Tres?? somethin must've went down...dayum...he was the only bartendar that would actually listen to how cruddy my day was...that is of course before he would shoot me with a dart to shut the hell up...but it's the thought that counts...oh well...mind as well get somethin...
*walks up to the bar*
aye uh...you..new guy...lemme get some water...not finna get **** tonight...*sigh* i'll have to find me a new bar now...
*Carries Tru to his car, setting her down* you gonna be okay? Heh, looks like Im out of a job again. Itll be alright, Im sure I can always stick to writing or something. Let me take you home.
*leans his head back some, laughing before putting the keys in the ignition*
Your truly are a gentleman. This place didnt deserve u. Dont worry they'll be missing you soon enough.
*smiles and stares at Tres*
*thinks to herself "There's just something about him*
*pulls off, leaving the bar and drives down the street* Where do you live anyway? I mean, this is Postland and all (heh). *stops at the stoplight, rubbing between his eyes* damn, she fired me quick...I guess she must be mad at me for something...but I didnt do anything! Argh, Ill figure it out later, right now I have to take ol girl home.
How bout we stop at a park and convo. Maybe u can bless me with more of your thought.
Forget a penny for a thoughts how about a $1
*laughs*
*touches Tres hand*
*Rubs back of Tres neck*
Dont worry it'll be alright
*laughs some* hey, quit that tickles! :lol:
*peels off when it turns green, taking the next right to stop at the park and pulls up next to the wide fields, seeing children still out and playing in the dark with their flashlights and their parents* Good ol times they were. *looks at you* How about you just ask me a question without having to pay me for something? Enough "****" for tonight
*walks in the bar*
wow...squish really fired Tres?? somethin must've went down...dayum...he was the only bartendar that would actually listen to how cruddy my day was...that is of course before he would shoot me with a dart to shut the hell up...but it's the thought that counts...oh well...mind as well get somethin...
*walks up to the bar*
aye uh...you..new guy...lemme get some water...not finna get **** tonight...*sigh* i'll have to find me a new bar now...
*Hands Sweetie a glass of water*...Now,now there luv, you ain't gonna leave without givin' me a chance are ya now? :wink:
*Carries Tru to his car, setting her down* you gonna be okay? Heh, looks like Im out of a job again. Itll be alright, Im sure I can always stick to writing or something. Let me take you home.
*leans his head back some, laughing before putting the keys in the ignition*
Your truly are a gentleman. This place didnt deserve u. Dont worry they'll be missing you soon enough.
*smiles and stares at Tres*
*thinks to herself "There's just something about him*
*pulls off, leaving the bar and drives down the street* Where do you live anyway? I mean, this is Postland and all (heh). *stops at the stoplight, rubbing between his eyes* damn, she fired me quick...I guess she must be mad at me for something...but I didnt do anything! Argh, Ill figure it out later, right now I have to take ol girl home.
How bout we stop at a park and convo. Maybe u can bless me with more of your thought.
Forget a penny for a thoughts how about a $1
*laughs*
*touches Tres hand*
*Rubs back of Tres neck*
Dont worry it'll be alright
*laughs some* hey, quit that tickles! :lol:
*peels off when it turns green, taking the next right to stop at the park and pulls up next to the wide fields, seeing children still out and playing in the dark with their flashlights and their parents* Good ol times they were. *looks at you* How about you just ask me a question without having to pay me for something? Enough "****" for tonight
*smile*
Yeah those were the times.
I love kids so innocent.
So what do u think the inspiration for your 2nd book gonna come from?
Most ppl's first book comes from life experiences generally in theirs. The first book seems to be the easiest.
What genre would you classify your writing?
