Post by Alexander Frazier on Jun 21, 2007 10:29:25 GMT -5
Xander looked down to his i.d. and sighed; he was given the card when he start working as a gigolo, and the pimp that employed him had forced him to tell his clients that he was eighteen. Before he came to Passion Fruit, turning eighteen sounds promisingly good. But now he would trade anything to let the world knows he was still underage for almost everything. He was just sixteen, and his youthful face could prove that more than anything.
Sighed he stood there, not to far from the infamous Golden Triple X, wondering if someone would come to take him in; he was freezing there, standing alone with half-buttoned long sleever shirt and low-cut jeans, and no one came for him. Sighed he brushed his dark locks aside, his brilliant baby blue eyes gazed to the stars.
Sighed he stood there, not to far from the infamous Golden Triple X, wondering if someone would come to take him in; he was freezing there, standing alone with half-buttoned long sleever shirt and low-cut jeans, and no one came for him. Sighed he brushed his dark locks aside, his brilliant baby blue eyes gazed to the stars.
