The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening
Thursday, November 20th, 2014 06:22 pmHaving switched his day at work, Derek was feeling a little... off. Nothing he could put his finger on, but it was still a lingering feeling.
Which meant he was constantly shifting the bottles of alcohol over just a fraction of an inch to the left. Nope, it wasn't that.
Derek glared over at Tiny like he had something to do with it. Tiny? Not even bothering to respond to that.
Damn Tiny.
Which meant he was constantly shifting the bottles of alcohol over just a fraction of an inch to the left. Nope, it wasn't that.
Derek glared over at Tiny like he had something to do with it. Tiny? Not even bothering to respond to that.
Damn Tiny.