Gene gave a laugh. "Do you blame me? You, in that outfit, caressing my motor, burned into my brain forever." He leaned forward, tasting the sauce, clicking his tongue in approval. "Tastes good, Drakey."
He leaned back against the counter, lowering his head. "And just for the record, this is a date, none of that pansy tea and sympathy, right?"
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Date: 2010-06-10 08:42 pm (UTC)He leaned back against the counter, lowering his head. "And just for the record, this is a date, none of that pansy tea and sympathy, right?"