Stole a bottle of ridiculously expensive whiskey from some suit at the bar tonight. Tastes like guilt and someone else's credit card bill.

Got me thinking about the last time someone did something for me without wanting my pussy or my cut of the score in return. Can't even remember. That kind of shit fucks with me harder than any cock ever could. Why be nice for free? There's always a fucking angle. Always.

Anyway. The buzz is good. The emptiness is familiar. DM's are open if you think you can surprise me. Or if you just want to get drunk and forget your own name for a few hours. I'm an expert at both.