[ It's not really dragging someone if they fall into step beside you, lead you. Then it's an awful lot like holding hands and escorting them up the heavy and thunking wooden steps of the demonstration stage, like it really is just another date night in Rubilykskoye.
Jesus. ]
Got it. You're a whore. [ Billy throws it out casually, eyes darting to Petre out of the corner of his eye. Billy's eyes are hooded, blue-eyes dilated from an already active evening, from booze and fucking and getting out of his own hang ups, his own bullshit. It makes him look a little dreamy, like he's sleepwalking. He grins lazily once they're on stage, fingers drifting over tools that litter a table. The coordinator is already saying something to them, but Billy only has lazy eyes for Petre. ]
Hands behind your back? [ He taps a pair of restraints. ] Or you gonna need help keeping your pretty mouth open? [ He taps an open-mouth gag. ]
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Jesus. ]
Got it. You're a whore. [ Billy throws it out casually, eyes darting to Petre out of the corner of his eye. Billy's eyes are hooded, blue-eyes dilated from an already active evening, from booze and fucking and getting out of his own hang ups, his own bullshit. It makes him look a little dreamy, like he's sleepwalking. He grins lazily once they're on stage, fingers drifting over tools that litter a table. The coordinator is already saying something to them, but Billy only has lazy eyes for Petre. ]
Hands behind your back? [ He taps a pair of restraints. ] Or you gonna need help keeping your pretty mouth open? [ He taps an open-mouth gag. ]