Kall spotted Steve entering the bar in the middle of the whole party.
One of the dancers was trying to get her in the sack, moving all around her, touching her here and there.
She was tempted, but..
He looked a lot alike her dead husband.
So, she sent her fist flying against his jaw as he went to kiss her as she falsely beckoned him.
He fell from the table into the floor.
"Great. More space for the booze. Keep them comming, O'Reilly!" She shouted.
Steve looked at the bunch from afar, and Kall looked at him.
"Ey, Halloway! Get your butt in here!"
James shouted from the other end of the booth.
The party was raging and Jed was shredding his harmonica alongside the band.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop