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"You've reached the other jolly guy in a red suit with a lap worth sitting on, leave a message detailing your deepest desires."
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"You've reached the other jolly guy in a red suit with a lap worth sitting on, leave a message detailing your deepest desires."
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we both are.
Wade's brows knit together slightly, curiosity and surprise at the question mixed into one. A smile begins in the corner of his mouth when he realises she's ordering a drink. The brows that had been pulled together, raise and he tips his head to the side, leaning into her space a bit, not enough to raise any red flags, but enough to say sure, he'll play along. ]
Have you?
[ Because a lady never kisses and tells... or something... ]
Oh, you mean a drink. [ He knew that, the expression he wears says he knew that. ] That's totally what I meant too. [ His attention is grabbed a bit by Weasel moving into his peripheral to grumpily start making Blow Jobs, with a "Why do you make me make this?" A grimace on the blond man's face the entire time. Not that Wade watches him long enough to notice or care. ] Seems like something you'd send to one of the big bikers and say it's from whoever is on your shit-list.