Sooo, about last night

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

Let us never speak of this again, shall we?

Comments

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

I could get less vague about comments and you can yell my name at me more if you want.

[x-firestar.livejournal.com]

After whatever happened last night, do you really need more of that?

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Angel!

(You deserved it for that. I am a proper, polite gentleman, thank you very much)

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Personally, I am more amused that Angel is under the impression I have any shame to invoke.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Angel's a girl. Girls have shame about stuff guys don't in general.

[x-firestar.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'm hoping you'll discover it, years after you abandoned it out in the cold?

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Have you met my half-sister? The St. Croix gene is genetically deficient in Shame.

[x-m.livejournal.com]

I beg your pardon?

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

. . . you mean you've discovered it?

[x-m.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what you're talking about here.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Shame? You know, the capacity for embarrassment, chagrin, discomfiture, humiliation, contrition, and such other qualities as may be found in the less self-assured.

[x-m.livejournal.com]

Oh, that. That seems to happen to other people, you know?

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Precisely.

[x-firestar.livejournal.com]

*gigglefits hysterically*

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Just so you know, I am totally refraining from commenting here out of a sense of propriety.