- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"I took out loans, didn't I? Took out a bunch of them and couldn't pay them back and they add interest on. It's ridiculous. I'll get it sorted, relax. You won't get bailiffs knocking at your door-- and I ain't interested in your friend Sandra, she ain't my type," he shrugged casually back in reply, gratefully accepting the wine from said woman as she, still silent, took a seat in the corner of the room. Despite what he'd said, any woman with a pulse was his type. He really wasn't all that fussy, and sure, Sandra was cute enough. A little odd, but who was he to judge?
The fact his brother wanted him to stay away from her made him more inclined to pursue her, anyway.
"Fuck off, I ain't a deadbeat. I had a good job, like... I had wives, I had my own home, I had a fucking dog. I was doing alright for myself, actually, so quit being a sanctimonious little prick. Ooh, you're a policeman? So what? Dad was a policeman, it really isn't a big deal. God, you're still stuck up your own ass, aren't you? Even after all these years."
The fact his brother wanted him to stay away from her made him more inclined to pursue her, anyway.
"Fuck off, I ain't a deadbeat. I had a good job, like... I had wives, I had my own home, I had a fucking dog. I was doing alright for myself, actually, so quit being a sanctimonious little prick. Ooh, you're a policeman? So what? Dad was a policeman, it really isn't a big deal. God, you're still stuck up your own ass, aren't you? Even after all these years."