Alex bats for the hand fondling him. The landing looms two steps ahead and he leans against the railing, waiting for Cesare to unlock the door, let them back in. He wonders if the place still stinks of sex and booze.
"When hell freezes over, probably." But then- that thing's a vampire. That hardly counts for one or the other.
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Date: 2008-12-07 12:28 pm (UTC)"When hell freezes over, probably." But then- that thing's a vampire. That hardly counts for one or the other.