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[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

Counterpoint:  everything is about sex.

Discuss.

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[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

That would have been a real shame. Those strippers aren't gonna stuff money into their own bras.

Well, actually I went to this one club where they did. It was sort of weird.

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That completely takes the fun out of it. I demand to stuff my own money!

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

Exactly! Don't worry, we'll demand the full experience.

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

I better get a lap dance or the gang's going to have a very unhappy Ty tomorrow.

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

Well, if worst comes to worst, I'll have to supply. I know, tough break.

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

You better have a nice ass if it comes down to it, then.

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

You askin' for a better look?

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

I'm just saying. I think I need some proof of this mythical fine ass.

WTH - why have I no Dean-ass icon? This is the closest.

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

Alright. Walk behind me while we get out of here, sweetheart.

The glare is evil and hides it from us!

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

After you. [Leaning back non-discreetly to check out his ass, too.] And meh. I've seen better.

S'true : (

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

What? [If he could check out his own ass right now, he would be] You just haven't gotten the full effect yet.

That's okay. I'll admire it anyways.

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

[Tsk'ing as she looks some more.] I hope the full effect's more impressive then cause... I just don't believe in its awesomeness right now.

;D

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

Oh the awesome is there. Believe me.

[Tilts his head in the direction of the Impala] Hop in.

<3's the ass. even if ty's mean.

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

...... Just. Give me a second to admire the Impala. [More impressed by the car than by his ass.]

pfft he likes it, don't let him fool you

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

... Can't argue with that.

oh she knows he likes it.

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

See, now. This. This is impressive. [Running her hand over the hood as she approaches the passenger side.]

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

She's my baby.

Car girl?

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

Music girl. Car's a just a second love and an admiration of mine. [Gets on in now.]

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

[Slides in the driver's side] Music, huh?

[Hits the radio and lets the Rush roll on out. Throws her a smirk as he starts the car]

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

You. Are quickly becoming my new best friend. [Totally not dancing along to the music now.]

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

[Grins widely.]

Likewise. [Cranks it up]

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

[Flashes him a grin but you've entirely distracted her with Rush and she can't stop singing along now.]

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

[Totally fine with him. He'll kick up the speedometer and tap his hand outside the window to the beat]

[drums-the-drums.livejournal.com]

I've decided. [As the song comes to an end.] You are my new best friend. No competition. Even if your ass is a little flat.

[likedillinger.livejournal.com]

I like that arrangement. Take that, musty RV.