Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
Dear lord, I’m a reader, not a writer but I had to throw my hat into the ring. You’re welcome to crush it, as long as you give me a wink, too ;) Also, the specific song was released two years ago while this scene took place during the Stanford years, so, yeah. *hands*
He Don't Play Nice
Dean hadn’t been in the bar ten minutes and he was already itching to leave. The witness he’d interviewed earlier in the afternoon had a cute friend that had chased him out to the Impala, having an obvious thing for a guy in a suit. So easy. She’d told him the name of a club just off campus, told him she’d meet him there later that night and he’d agreed. Now he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. It was larger than he was used to, less of a dive, with a heart-beat-altering base-line and suspended dancer’s cages, for god’s sake
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He Don't Play Nice
Dean hadn’t been in the bar ten minutes and he was already itching to leave. The witness he’d interviewed earlier in the afternoon had a cute friend that had chased him out to the Impala, having an obvious thing for a guy in a suit. So easy. She’d told him the name of a club just off campus, told him she’d meet him there later that night and he’d agreed. Now he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. It was larger than he was used to, less of a dive, with a heart-beat-altering base-line and suspended dancer’s cages, for god’s sake ( ... )
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