Victor's butt was a lot fonder of being alive than it was of that chair -- the seat of which had been a little on the sticky side anyhow. He stood carefully.
"I promise I didn't know," he repeated. "Chill, dude. You don't need to pull a gun over a chair."
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Re: A Brass Door
Date: 2013-04-11 09:51 pm (UTC)"I promise I didn't know," he repeated. "Chill, dude. You don't need to pull a gun over a chair."