This is my other account, made for my cupcaking purposes.
Yes, I DO Speak French"Parlez-vous français, Mademoiselle?"Yes, I DO Speak French by ExquisitelyExplicit
he asked me.
With a smile, I replied,
"Oui, mon amour!"
Dammit, I meant ami!
He looked at me,
Those are the only words in French I know...
I did the only thing left to do.
I pulled him close
and kissed him hard
on his big,
"Mon Dieu... Ce qui est arrivé?"
he asked in a daze.
Simple Gestures"What can I get ya?"Simple Gestures by bookbunny9
In response to the barkeeper's question, the wide-shouldered man merely knocked his forehead against the counter. With muffled tones, he answered, "A pint of milk, please."
The barkeeper ignored the absurdity of the request; a few moments later, she clunked the large mug filled with the frothy white liquid in front of her seemingly exhausted customer. Were it not for the lines of fatigue and pain carved deep into his otherwise fairly youthful face, the barkeeper supposed, he would be rather handsome.
The barkeeper cleared her throat. "So " she began. "What's your story?"
The other man raised his head from his mug. "Story?" he questioned, his deep voice hoarse.
"I mean," continued the barkeeper, "you walk in here, don't bothe