by ronearl | May 16, 2012 | Flashback |
“I’ve been thrown outta way better places than this,” Damon said. He picked himself up off the pavement. There was blood on his shirt, champagne on his trousers at two fifty a bottle. He never got a sip of it. The girl’s red pastie was still stuck to his fingers....
by ronearl | Oct 26, 2011 | Fiction |
“I’ve been thrown outta way better places than this,” Damon said. He picked himself up off the pavement. There was blood on his shirt, champagne on his trousers at two fifty a bottle. He never got a sip of it. The girl’s red pastie was still stuck to his fingers....
