Lush rubbed her eyes, and slowly came to the realization that perhaps the vision of some shady types doing the Macarena earlier was not a hellish hallucination but a ridiculous reality. Perhaps an assassination was in order, but she couldn't be bothered, not until she found some aspirin, anyway.
Turning her head to locate the source of the latest mischief, Lush found herself staring at the...rather large canine creatures that seemed to have appeared straight out of a mad Englishman's imagination. She wondered what was worse: the possibility of being eaten alive, or the fact that she was on her third cigarette for the night. She decided on the latter, and thought the Saucepan Man a bit of a pansy for getting so worked up about some dogs in the first place.
Brushing a single speck of dust off her luminous white jacket, Lush gave X a wink and an exhausted (yet innocent) smile. Oh for a bucket of the warm South! Or any bucket, really, just to soak her feet in.
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~The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories. This is one of mine~
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