You Made Your Own Jean Shorts...with A

So. You’re Saying My Sister’s Dressed Like A Prostitute

None Of The Bravado He Usually Showed Was There. I Guess There Was "usually" And Then There Was Being Held In The Grip Of A Really Ripped, Really Tall, And Really Pissed Off Russian Guy.

We Try To Do What's Right, Or Rather What Other Say Is Right. But Sometimes, When That Goes Against Who We Are...you Have To Choose.

You Have The Patience Of A Saint," I Grumbled, Slouching Into A Chair. "and Besides, You Don't Hang Out With Him 24/7." "neither Will You. It's Only 24/6." "same Difference. It Might As Well Be 24/10." She Frowned. "that Doesn't Make Any Sense.

Thanks For Looking Out For Her, Sage. You're Okay. For A Human." I Almost Laughed. "thanks." "you Can Say It Too, You Know." I Walked Over To Latte And Paused. "say What?" "that I'm Okay...for A Vampire," He Explained. I Shook My Head, Still Smiling. "you'll Have A Hard Time Getting Any Alchemist To Admit That. But I Can Say You're Okay For An Irreverent Party Boy With Occasional Moments Of Brilliance." "brilliant? You Think I'm Brilliant?" He Threw His Hands Skyward. "you Hear That, World? Sage Says I'm Brilliant.