Date: 2011-09-29 06:49 am (UTC)
"They're quite lovely, in a detached, dead sort of way. Shut up and help me find it." He slipped around another isle, and- there. He's already walking back with a bottle in each hand and one stuffed under an arm when she speaks up, and he rolls his eyes.

"Right, because I depend completely on your salary. Fuck off, I'm rich." Richish. Wealthy, really, but either way, it was enough to afford three bottles of unicorn pee, which he promptly set on the counter in front of an unamused middle-eastern guy.
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