Do you know how hard it is for a vampire to get around a skyscrapered metropolis like New York City? The answer is VERY. And an un-skyscrapered, beach-front locale like sunny-fucking-Santa-Barbara was beyond impossible. But there here was, nestled as far back from the huge front window and the pesky sun exposure it threatened as he possibly could be, seated behind a desk, legs propped up and arms folded casually behind his head as if he owned the place.
So this was ‘where the magic happened’, so to speak; where, in all actuality, Spencer suckered people out of their money for his psychotic-psychic song and dance (Asher didn’t doubt that actual songs and dances were implicated on a regular basis when Shawn was involved. Gut feeling.)
Pulling the cigarette from his lips, he exhaled a slow stream so smoke before flicking the ashes down into a conveniently placed combination pen/pencil holder.
Why was there so much fucking pineapple all over the place?
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Date: 2008-01-16 07:46 pm (UTC)So this was ‘where the magic happened’, so to speak; where, in all actuality, Spencer suckered people out of their money for his psychotic-psychic song and dance (Asher didn’t doubt that actual songs and dances were implicated on a regular basis when Shawn was involved. Gut feeling.)
Pulling the cigarette from his lips, he exhaled a slow stream so smoke before flicking the ashes down into a conveniently placed combination pen/pencil holder.
Why was there so much fucking pineapple all over the place?