[George is sitting on the rooftop of her house, seeking a little peace and g*ddamn privacy. hard to achieve in a house of five. she may or may not also be drinking out of a stolen bottle of whiskey.
his outfit barely raises an eyebrow. she's seen too much weird shit in her life and afterlife to be thrown off-balance by a guy in a weird suit]
I thought so, yeah. No weird god shit going on, it's not my night at the clinic. [shrugs]
Option B
his outfit barely raises an eyebrow. she's seen too much weird shit in her life and afterlife to be thrown off-balance by a guy in a weird suit]
I thought so, yeah. No weird god shit going on, it's not my night at the clinic. [shrugs]