Bad Joke
Rowan was an irish draft in his mid 30's and a behemoth in size compared to all of his friends. His sturdy frame and raspy voice made him quite intimidating, yet he was as docile as a newborn puppy. He liked boxing since it helped him unwind a little...
As the night went by
His life was in the gutter. Never had he been so... stressed. He wished last night were a blur, yet it wasn't. Too much alcohol, too much dancing, so much sweat... so many moans and screams of pleasure... and all he could think about was what would...