Post by Layla Harlow on Apr 18, 2016 10:25:23 GMT -6
Layla frowned, she had done something wrong. Judging someone without knowing them wasn't right and it was something she had been battling in her own life for the past seven and a half years. To turn around and do the exact same thing to someone else was wrong and that was her reasoning for the apology. "Yeah, well I still shouldn't be rude to someone who kept me from getting arrested. Punchable face or otherwise," Layla said with a smile, though she knew he wouldn't see it. The dark was unsettling and she half-expected to face plant at any second or trip into him like one of those ridiculous rom-com scenes.
She took his warning and felt around for the last step before touching the floor. Her eyes widened a bit at the sight in front of her. A garage with cars lined up and one one a lift in the center of the room. She followed him over to it and looked up. Snorting a laugh she covered her mouth, "Dude, probably. Isn't that usually how it works?" Layla laughed again and noted his accent. It would explain a bit about him, that was for sure. She knew one other Irish boy who lacked a filter, but perhaps wasn't the most intimidating symbol for the Irish. This guy at least seemed a bit more likely to be able to hold his own in a bar fight. Jack...not so much.
"That or he's some tall, lanky country boy wannabe with a small penis. Although, if it were that, there'd likely be testicles hanging from the hitch," Because like the snobby girls who put eyelashes on their VW bugs, guys like that thought putting balls on a truck was a sign of manhood and Layla couldn't imagine how it made any sense.
She took his warning and felt around for the last step before touching the floor. Her eyes widened a bit at the sight in front of her. A garage with cars lined up and one one a lift in the center of the room. She followed him over to it and looked up. Snorting a laugh she covered her mouth, "Dude, probably. Isn't that usually how it works?" Layla laughed again and noted his accent. It would explain a bit about him, that was for sure. She knew one other Irish boy who lacked a filter, but perhaps wasn't the most intimidating symbol for the Irish. This guy at least seemed a bit more likely to be able to hold his own in a bar fight. Jack...not so much.
"That or he's some tall, lanky country boy wannabe with a small penis. Although, if it were that, there'd likely be testicles hanging from the hitch," Because like the snobby girls who put eyelashes on their VW bugs, guys like that thought putting balls on a truck was a sign of manhood and Layla couldn't imagine how it made any sense.