Red Jones
He simply smiled as he watched the young, crude woman help herself to his refreshments; a smile that was truly genuine. He liked it when women weren’t… well, women. "Adoring fan mail? Love letters?" Once again, his eyes turned into slits as he smiled at her words, shrugging as he pulled it out of his pocket.
“Ah, I hope so. It enlightens me when I know my fans love me.” He said, flailing the letter in the air. “Well, I’m going to read it, and if it doesn’t have anything embarrassing or inappropriate, then I will show you.” He said joyfully, opening up the letter; the smile on his face faded a bit, but soon reappeared back onto his face much sooner. “Ah, to my disappointment, it is only asking me to go onto this website… see?” He smiled, sliding the letter over to her before he plucked out his phone.
It was an odd name for a website, and his first thought was it was some crappy homemade website that advertised and flaunted their knowledge about celebrities around like they where some kind of rag dolls. Red smiled, clicking onto the link before sitting next to Everly, sharing his phone with her whether she’d asked him too or not. “If you’d like to see better…” He began. Get your own damn phone and look it up, lazy, underrated- “Just ask me and I will let you see better.” He said, his voice almost perfect, masking his actual thoughts that swarmed into his head.
This better be good; otherwise, I might as well open a bottle of champagne and whiskey. Drinking along with this one might be fun; perhaps if I get her drunk enough, I could let myself go as well… Red’s thoughts jumped from topic to topic as he navigated his phone, augmenting the screen so she could see it better. “I hope it’s interesting!” He exclaimed, as if he was getting excited about seeing what the sight was all about.
((Once again, not posting for Nabi; I will though, for the next post- promise! :3))