22 April 2012
"TESTIN' ME EH? I CAN HOLD ON FOREVERRRRR!!!" She hollered, hoisting her legs up until his waist was between her thighs and her calves crossed over infront of him so if he did try to shrug her off her heavy boots would hit a quite painful place, she had quite literally got him pinned with a somewhat mad cackle of drunken triumph.
Ashley had been following behind the rest and burst out laughing as the fangirl practically maulled their lead singer. Though he wasn't expecting Tokky to stop like that, he blinked down at her when he almost crashed into her and soon a dirty smirk was on his face. "Oh c'mon, Baby! Ya ain't leaving before the partie's even started are ya?" He said, all the time with a dirty tone in his voice as he walked past her, not taking his eyes off her until he was walking backwards. He reached out for her hands and gently lead her along, never looking away from her eyes.
WWRY (BVB Fanfic) 47. Drunken Triumph • Opuss № I