single-malts

Ok so you all knew it was coming.  Yes Campwolfe Fandom Nan™ just has to weigh in on the shenanigans and current angst-fest unfolding on Holby City for our Goddess Serena Campbell oh her anguish someone hold me intrepid couple Serena and Bernie.  Many things I will say have likely already been said. Some perhaps not.  As per usual, I shall pop it under a read more because I am wordy as shit to save y’all’s dash. 

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Moftiss scrolling down their tumblr dash, pointing out particularly desperate posts, sniggering about the ‘Sherlock loves Mary’ comments and appreciatively eying the level of contempt poured out over the episode:
Mission accomplished, Mark says and lifting their tumblers full of single malt they toast each other and lean back in their comfy leather chairs.
Next week we’ll finish them off, Steven adds, and if one cared to look closely one could discern the slight devilish glow surrounding the two friends.

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Single malt whiskey didn’t burn going down, at least not after the third shot. He made note of that, stroking his beard thoughtfully and staring down his reflection across the bar. The place was empty aside from a half asleep bartender and a single waitress filling the salt shakers. Mike had never been a day-drinker, but there was something about how dimly lit the bar was that made it seem okay. He could delude himself into thinking he wasn’t being pathetic.

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