Shit on a horse's arse...
Sep. 6th, 2008 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pay_the_piperAntha says I need to immortalize the line. So here it is, shit on a horse's arse:
Dristan was still laughing at Percy's vanity- er rant.. when a waitress sauntered up to the bar and shouted an order. He turned his head in her direction and nodded. His hands completed the task of filling a pint without requiring his mind be pulled away from Percy. Hell, the dark little sprite was amusing. The Shaitan did look around a moment though, his gaze washing over the faces crowded into the room and he had to agree. Percy did not have much competition.. He set the beer on the woman's tray and reached for the bottle of Everclear.
"Allright Princess," he sniggered, filling up the third shot glass. "I'll bite. What's your name? I can't guarantee I'll call you by it, but I'm intrigued." The Shaitan's black eyes flicked up from the glass to catch Percy's. "What name could possibly suit a pint-sized terror such as yourself.."
"Pint-sized!?" Oh that was harsh...Percy leveled Dristan with a dark, ugly look for that one, his hand reaching out to take the shot once it was full without waiting. He needed the drink after that. Pint-sized? What the bloody hell! He'd been tall when he was a youth, standing a good two inches higher than all the other boys in town. It wasn't his fault that giants took over the world and polluted the human race with it's tall, filthy seed. People needed to blame the Vikings for that. And for pale hair! Who wanted pale hair? You looked...funny. Unless you were Emily...and Alex. They looked alright with pale hair...But everyone else looked like shit on a horse's arse.
Dristan was still laughing at Percy's vanity- er rant.. when a waitress sauntered up to the bar and shouted an order. He turned his head in her direction and nodded. His hands completed the task of filling a pint without requiring his mind be pulled away from Percy. Hell, the dark little sprite was amusing. The Shaitan did look around a moment though, his gaze washing over the faces crowded into the room and he had to agree. Percy did not have much competition.. He set the beer on the woman's tray and reached for the bottle of Everclear.
"Allright Princess," he sniggered, filling up the third shot glass. "I'll bite. What's your name? I can't guarantee I'll call you by it, but I'm intrigued." The Shaitan's black eyes flicked up from the glass to catch Percy's. "What name could possibly suit a pint-sized terror such as yourself.."
"Pint-sized!?" Oh that was harsh...Percy leveled Dristan with a dark, ugly look for that one, his hand reaching out to take the shot once it was full without waiting. He needed the drink after that. Pint-sized? What the bloody hell! He'd been tall when he was a youth, standing a good two inches higher than all the other boys in town. It wasn't his fault that giants took over the world and polluted the human race with it's tall, filthy seed. People needed to blame the Vikings for that. And for pale hair! Who wanted pale hair? You looked...funny. Unless you were Emily...and Alex. They looked alright with pale hair...But everyone else looked like shit on a horse's arse.
