RP with supermarketsam | BEER!
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Tim's intentions had been honourable and to be fair, he did sit on the bed wedged beside Six and Sam for well over an hour but as soon as Six went out for the count, he started to get bored and restless. It started with a foot on the wheelchair, pushing it back and forth to try and entertain himself. Then his eyes tracked about every inch of Six's room to try and find porn. The only thing there to remotely suggest Six had sexual tendencies of any sort were the purple panties... and very fine purple panties they were indeed. Tim decided they were expensive, just like the fictional Merc he had the fictional vindictive bitch driving. He was still convince the chick was out to hurt Six and with all this shit with the kid, getting him out of her clutches was a mission Tim seemed willing to accept. Even if the panties might self destruct.
Sam was in the bathroom and Tim glanced down at Jason who was unconscious beside him. The fucking poor bastard. When was he ever going to catch a trick? How could the bitch let him believe the kid was his when she knew all along there was a chance he wasn't? It was just fucking cruel. Still, Tim was technically alone, so he carefully edged off the bed and quietly made his way out of the room. Jason didn't move, so one hurdle out of the way. He got to the kitchen next, then the fridge. Victory! He pulled it open and started digging around the bottom shelves. He didn't believe for a second J had no beer.
Tim's intentions had been honourable and to be fair, he did sit on the bed wedged beside Six and Sam for well over an hour but as soon as Six went out for the count, he started to get bored and restless. It started with a foot on the wheelchair, pushing it back and forth to try and entertain himself. Then his eyes tracked about every inch of Six's room to try and find porn. The only thing there to remotely suggest Six had sexual tendencies of any sort were the purple panties... and very fine purple panties they were indeed. Tim decided they were expensive, just like the fictional Merc he had the fictional vindictive bitch driving. He was still convince the chick was out to hurt Six and with all this shit with the kid, getting him out of her clutches was a mission Tim seemed willing to accept. Even if the panties might self destruct.
Sam was in the bathroom and Tim glanced down at Jason who was unconscious beside him. The fucking poor bastard. When was he ever going to catch a trick? How could the bitch let him believe the kid was his when she knew all along there was a chance he wasn't? It was just fucking cruel. Still, Tim was technically alone, so he carefully edged off the bed and quietly made his way out of the room. Jason didn't move, so one hurdle out of the way. He got to the kitchen next, then the fridge. Victory! He pulled it open and started digging around the bottom shelves. He didn't believe for a second J had no beer.