Whiskey In The Jar
lisisWhiskey In The Jar
lisisWhiskey In The Jar
In some filthy bar, a drink I don't remember, an empty bench in a dark corner. And I just wanted to stay there, alone in a dark corner of some filthy bar.
Synopsis
Written by
View profile
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ainda sem paciência para os blábláblás de sempre. =-=-=-=-=-=...
Recommendations
1@
“One of the best texts, certainly. Other than that, a great dose of originality, good taste and casualness. A super gift for the fandom, and for those who like drunken sincerity and dispense with useless details. Especially recommended in case of rainy nights, or bloody nights, or starry skies.”
More like this
"His hair grew longer than he really appreciated on the taller man, but when his own hair didn't look better to him, he was unable to really talk about it." (...)
"He looks a lot like me. And I don't like having to live with another me at all."
Maybe she could wonder how they got to where they did, but it didn't make much difference, because she didn't really care about getting the call that would set off the familiar routine. (Rude synopsis, I know. - -') (M x T)
Tatsurou and Daisuke end up doing exactly what the title suggests. [Tatsu&Dai; Kyo&Gara]
Bowser is stressed from all his royal duties, so Luigi decides to help his king relax. — Bowser vs Luigi