Too long had passed since he had last been there; even longer since he had seen the Avatar, even when he made a promise that he would keep in touch. Fact was, being a celebrity was far too fucking time consuming. It ate up hours and days in seconds, it seemed, and after almost two solid years of touring Europe and South America, Sal was ready to go home.
"You fucking cheap bastard!" Sal hollered from the corner of the bar. "You fucking telling me you can't buy decent shit tickets with the amount of money this dive makes? Jesus fucking Christ.."
A second later, when Sal was finally able to see Tommy, the biggest shit eating grin spread wide across his face.
"Look at you, mother fucker." he belted, grabbing his friends face in his hands and giving him a big ass kiss on his cheek. "You look like shit. Still."
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Date: 2013-11-25 04:10 am (UTC)"You fucking cheap bastard!" Sal hollered from the corner of the bar. "You fucking telling me you can't buy decent shit tickets with the amount of money this dive makes? Jesus fucking Christ.."
A second later, when Sal was finally able to see Tommy, the biggest shit eating grin spread wide across his face.
"Look at you, mother fucker." he belted, grabbing his friends face in his hands and giving him a big ass kiss on his cheek. "You look like shit. Still."