Madeline just laughed, a rich, booming sound that cut through the bar's ambient noise. She held both of her thumbs up in front of his face, wiggling them playfully.
Madeline used that left thumb as a blunt instrument of truth. She used it to: skanky mature thumbs
She gave him a wink, ordered another round, and went back to scratching off her lottery ticket with the jagged, indomitable edge of her left thumb. Madeline just laughed, a rich, booming sound that
The young man turned bright red and tried to stutter an apology. Madeline just laughed
"They aren't pretty, are they, sweetheart?" Madeline rasped, her voice a low gravelly purr.
