"Not drinking," Ry said as he turned towards the fridge, then pulled out juice and shook the carton. Glasses he knew the location of because of the absinthe night, which was why he had no problem with being called 'Von' one time, and he poured them both a juice. "There you go, my lady," he murmured, a devilish gleam in his eye as he dipped his head.
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Date: 2008-02-11 11:24 am (UTC)From: