It was late in the afternoon that Odette passed by a colourful flyer that caught her eye in the dimming light of an orange-hued sunset. Pausing in her stride, the sassy siren backpedaled a single step to squint combined aesthetics of hickory lashes and ocean-hued eyes at the advertisement... and the somewhat familiar face upon it.Â
"What...?" came the mutter from between full lips that almost instantly pulled into an amused smirk once initial surprise had passed. That same expression was quickly chased by a laugh that set freckles dancing upon bronzed cheeks, a loud exclamation following along the lines of, "Fokkin' Twelve Nathan. . ."
Shaking her head, the bardess turned from the poster and she murmured anew, "Well, at least he drew t'long straw. Lad gets t'look like a stud rather than 'takin' a poundin' like some other unfortunate soul we know. Wonder how many palms were greased fer that?"Â
Clearly amused, the Highlander returned to her set course with sauntered ease; chortling all the while for her own wit.
"What...?" came the mutter from between full lips that almost instantly pulled into an amused smirk once initial surprise had passed. That same expression was quickly chased by a laugh that set freckles dancing upon bronzed cheeks, a loud exclamation following along the lines of, "Fokkin' Twelve Nathan. . ."
Shaking her head, the bardess turned from the poster and she murmured anew, "Well, at least he drew t'long straw. Lad gets t'look like a stud rather than 'takin' a poundin' like some other unfortunate soul we know. Wonder how many palms were greased fer that?"Â
Clearly amused, the Highlander returned to her set course with sauntered ease; chortling all the while for her own wit.
"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
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