Don't Talk to Strangers
"Hell...that late already?" The soft, gravelly voice murmured as its owner scratched at his stubble. Eyes fixated on the expensive looking watch on his hand read thirteen past eleven. He had found himself out a bit later than expected after a suspiciously late trip to a friend's house. They ended up not being around anyways so the night was more than wasted and he was still down a couple hundred bucks.."
Don't Talk to Strangers
By: Voyager99
Favorited: 9 months ago
