<hr/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Location</span></strong>Don't Fall Inn<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Tagging</span></strong>Mara<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Content</span></strong>Creeper?<br/><hr/>“So you go ‘n git knocked outta school ‘cause some bint don’t keep ‘er knickers up, ‘n it’s you ‘n the boyo she’s wit’ what gets tha boot? Izzat it?” His thick fingers drum on the desk. “Whats ya wan’ Daddy ta do ‘bout it? Whats I s’posed t’do? Getcha back? Turn ya ovah my knee?” He looks to his right, into the part of the room masked until Mara got closer to the door. “Turn ya out here, ‘cause ya too dumb fer nothin’ else?” he shrugs to the old, brass bedstead there.<br/><br/>Before she can respond, he bounds up from the chair and shoves her across the narrow hallway to land in a heap at the other side. Standing over her, fists balled up, he growls, “Ya got knocked down. Tha’s what da world does. Whats ya gonna do ‘bout it?”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Take 4 points to the pride ;) <br/> </div></div>