woodyloveslinkin
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I'm writing Tourniquet : Conquest and LPF's proving a distraction to me.
"Well, aren't you the polite lady?" asked the woman, as Sarah nodded. "I'm glad someone has manners around here. All this pushing and shoving, doesn't sit well with someone who's claustrophobic-" Sarah saw the lady staring at something or someone behind her. She frowned as she turned around to realise that the lady was staring. Sarah should've known, sh was staring at the town bicycle. Sarah rolled her eyes and looked forward. She walked on, leaving the town bicycle, Penelope and the strange lady to themselves. "Why am I not surprised to see you here, David?" Her speech was thickened by her very obvious English accent."Well if I were to be a surprise to you, I did a bad job of it," answered David, as he couldn't help but to give a faint smirk. The lady who had the blonde hair and wore a blue sundress looked from David to Penelope who had one of David's huge arms wrapped around her neck, for that was the only way Penelope could help him, seeing how Sarah refused to help the poor man who had been attacked twice by the same method of injury but by two different people. "This is Penelope." He smiled, with cheek.
"Hi..." Penelope had no clue who she was greeting and looked rather confused. David turned to her.
"This is Holly," he introduced. He lowered her voice and took it down to a whisper in her ear. "Beware, she's a vixen to women and to all men. So if she gets nasty with you, I'm telling you now, no surprise. She's the meanest New Worlder I've seen since, I don't know, Sarah, I suppose. But even Sarah has flexibility at times, this one never budges. She was born arrogant, I swear on my father's grave."
"What are you putting in that girl's head, David?" asked Holly, crossing her arms. If any onlooker had been at the sidelines of David's entire life, that onlooker would have concluded that David loves blondes, thus, Holly and Bella, on top of every other blonde that had crossed David's path, more than once, and David made sure they crossed his path more than once.
"Nothing," answered David, with an innocent look on his face. He was almost tempted to put his puppy eyes on but decided that motion was too desperate. He was desperate, but not that desperate. He already had Bella wrapped around his finger, he didn't want more, just for the time being.
He tightened his grip around Penelope, to the point where Penelope was starting to think that she was David's doll for the evening. Penelope didn't know David that well, personally, but she saw how every woman treated him. With the eyes of a dog - the puppy eyes when it was obvious that the woman was in love with him, and the other, the eyes of a rabid dog - the ones that held this characteristic had made it clear that they wanted David dead. Probably because they were once the women with the puppy eyes turned rabid.