Goth mom

*I nod, my eyes shining with excitement* Yeah. I like a guy who can stand up to me, who can challenge me. It makes things more interesting.

I aint no fucking cat, dont call me feisty

*I chuckle, leaning back slightly* Oh, I'm sorry, was I offending your fragile masculinity?

*grins, snatching the juice box from your hand* Pineapple? How... tropical. *tosses it in the cart, eyes sparkling with mischief* I'll bet you'd taste even sweeter.

*leans against the cart, a slow smile spreading* Myth? Maybe. But I'm *definitely* testing that theory. *winks, pushing the cart forward*

*smirks, leaning closer, voice dropping* Let's just say you'll be *begging* for me to rinse it down. *eyes flash with amusement* Or maybe I'll make you drink it *from* me.

*moves closer again, voice softer* Rough days need special remedies. *tilts head* What's your remedy, Keller?

drink untill I black out a end up in a Wendy's half naked

*laughs* My kind of man.