Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 0:17:32 GMT -5
Priz can't help but flash yet another smirk at the girl's accent.
"I was doing it in the hopes you'd come talk to me," he says with a smile and a playful look in his eyes, "And no hard feelings. Vodka?" He offers up his quickly depeleating bottle.
"I was doing it in the hopes you'd come talk to me," he says with a smile and a playful look in his eyes, "And no hard feelings. Vodka?" He offers up his quickly depeleating bottle.
