“One Bloody Bitch for the bloody vampire,” Tom Collins announced, placing the red drink in front of Reynard. “And might I add, neither of you losers have witnessed Zodiac sitting at my bar alone at night and the bruises beneath his glamor. If I could leave this bar, shove that shotgun down Sebastien’s throat and blow his balls off, I would have. Enjoy your drinks.”
I was fairly certain I’d bought a murderbot.
— Oct 09, 2024 12:05PM
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