Jimmy boy was drrrrrunkkkk!
Not because of that vile, disgusting, pungent liquid, of course.
He was high on the fear he saw in your muse's beautiful eyes. As he licked his lips, he wanted complete power, to feel in control. And God, did he know he had it. Jim's teeth grazed over his lower lip, and he let out a drunk giggle as he kept staring at your muse.
Madness danced in his eyes, which promised a hilarious death. It would be funny to make someone spit out all their organs, to him at least.
He swayed happily, from side to side, observing your muse. He had his men hang them upside down, barely clothed so he can do the most damage.
"Telll meeeeeee," he sang, barely able to stifle his laugh. "How do you feel now?"
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Random|| A C T O R || I T || S T O R Y T E L L E R || C R I M I N A L || G E N I U S || P S Y C H O P A T H || Come and play, darling. "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players;" ~William Shakespeare. (Roleplay book)
