Emily’s back. I’m sitting on a comfortable, cushioned chair, reading “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo“ and yes, I do know I have been living under a rock. But hey, at least this book is quite the cherry amidst a pile of putrid fruits. I’m currently on page 4. I will improve, people, trust. Anyways, I just couldn’t concentrate on the story because of the fucking ticking. I have no idea where it’s coming from. Vaune and Donny have wristwatches but Vaune’s one is a specially modified that makes no sounds what so ever. I told her she was a really hard person and to just call it a digital watch like it actually is. Donny’s watch is a normal but also too bland looking Rolex that DOES make ticking sounds. But didn’t come in today. There’s the guy …show more content…
I inspected the shelf, took out a Campari, Sweet Vermouth and Gin and I realized that they also had pour sprouts, the expensive, metal ones. I put them on the bottles, put them in even amounts, all of them on the rocks (that’s ice FYI) in the mixing glass and stirred. Peeled off a strip of orange, tipped it on the glass and slid the glass to him. He looked at me briefly with those disturbingly black orbs which left me involuntarily shuddering and then at the …show more content…
“Can you get the hell out of my head plea— wait. I have a better idea.” I thought of the time when I watched that positively horrifying video involving two individuals with mental issues and a cup. Right at that moment he spat out his drink and looked at me with a look that seemed to scream “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE”. I gave him a fucking smirk and turned back to my work in progress. Vaul, who was watching, let out a low whistle, looking