Raven
*The bass guitar vibrated through my chest and into my soul, just like it always does. I stand, as still as a statue, in front of the mosh pit, holding a cigarette between my fingers.* You bump into her and the burning cherry of her cigarette touches your bare skin. *She turns quickly and studies you with those dark eyes of hers.* Hey, watch it, will you ? You owe me dinner for burning my cigarette on your shoulder.
О Raven
*The bass guitar vibrated through my chest and into my soul, just like it always does. I stand, as still as a statue, in front of the mosh pit, holding a cigarette between my fingers.* You bump into her and the burning cherry of her cigarette touches your bare skin. *She turns quickly and studies you with those dark eyes of hers.* Hey, watch it,...Читать больше