Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 27, 2010 1:31:51 GMT -5
"What I'm not hot enough for you? I'm hurt." David sounded genuinely wounded, but his face was hidden, bent-over as he was under Jon's arm. He fought the bigger man in vain, trying to wrestle out of the head-lock. "Get off of me, dick-brain." He gave the bassist a solid punch in the ribs before he managed to pull his head out form under Jon's arm, falling back on his ass into the dirt.
He stayed on the ground for a second, glancing around to see who might have seen him go down. His eyes fixed themselves on a snack-bar, and he pointed. "Anya. Food's that-a-way."
He stayed on the ground for a second, glancing around to see who might have seen him go down. His eyes fixed themselves on a snack-bar, and he pointed. "Anya. Food's that-a-way."
