Hey Rasputin, got any beer?

takeabiteoutofyou:

g-r-i-g-o-r-i:

My friend.. I have vodka and cigarettes to spare by the boatload. -he spoke with a cig between his teeth as he tossed the other a pack;

And as for teasing, well… when it’s done right… very well. But if you think that I am going to wait around for you to play hard to get… -shakes his head, taking another puff; Whores and minxes, all of them… and most likely blushing virgins when you finally get them alone.

Fuck yes, you are the best thing to hit London, well, since me.

-Winks before placing the cigarette between his lips, using his own zippo to light it up-

God, it almost feels like sex.

-Sighs and takes a deep breath-

You know, what? I can’t find a fucking virgin to save my life. I keep hearing about this bitch who is hard up on them, some sort of new cougar phase? First get the young ones and then the ones who can barely shoot off a few seconds into rubbing?

-eyes him silently as he puffs on his own cigarette, leaning back against the wall;

If a cigarette feels like sense you are hardly getting enough. -he murmured finally, snatching up his glass again with a grin;

Oh… because they all come to me. I hone in on them like it’s second nature… they almost have their own scent if I’m so bold as to say. And the ones that aren’t virgins, but still act like it… blushing like mad when you pull off your pants. They need to be fucked.. and hard. Put a proper blush on their cheeks.