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Espenson has a minion!

'I love you, Espenson!' shrieks the Hula Hula Girl

Espenson
Legacy Name: Espenson

The

Steamwork Rreign
Owner:

Mango_726

Age: 16 years, 9 months, 4 weeks

Born: July 8th, 2007

Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: February 4th, 2012

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 96
Strength: 203
Defense: 231
Speed: 213
Health: 261
HP: 261/261
Intelligence: 122
Books Read: 96
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

drink the days away

For Espenson Reynolds, today was a perfectly normal day just like any other.

But unlike others, Espen's definition of normal involved a girl in one arm and a bottle of beer in the other, and of course, it was a bonus if the chick was extra busty and drunk. That would make it a good day. Unfortunately, the blonde chick next to him had a size B cup, but on the bright size, she had a tiny waist and awesome hips to make up for it.

"Oh, Espen," the girl cooed, her voice slurred. "You're too sweet."

"Am I?" Espen winked at her, taking another swig of beer. He didn't remember her name, but they never minded. Usually the word "sweetie" or "beautiful" worked just as good, or even better.

The girl moved in to give him a kiss. He accepted it eagerly, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. "Mmm," the girl mumbled against his lips.

Someone knocked on the door and Espen pressed a button on his desk without breaking the kiss. The door slid open and his secretary walked in, her gaze seemingly unfaltered by the scene laid out before her. Espen bringing a girl over was nothing new to her. She'd seen it tons of times.

"Excuse me, sir," Edna stood a safe distance away from the couple in the middle of their make out session. "You have a guest."

Espen broke away from the kiss and looked at Edna impatiently. "Tell them to wait."

"Yes, I understand, sir, but she's being rather impatient..."

Click-clack-click-clack-click-clack.

High heels. High heels walking towards the office. And he knew exactly whose high heels those belonged to.

The owner, a lady around her mid-thirties, hastily pushed past the secretary. Her outfit was the pure definition of business-she had slick red hair that had been tied into a bun and wore a business suit. Her firm build spoke of healthy eating and exercise. Espen wouldn't have hesitated to flirt with her if not for their relationship.

"S-sis!" Espen managed to choke out, pushing away from the girl next to him. As far as anyone knew, this lady in front of him was the only person in this world who could make Espen cower. "Why are you here? I-"

The woman walked forward and in a split second, her fist had connected with Espen's perfectly sculpted face. WHAM.

"You are disgusting! Still taking advantage of poor girls drunk enough to wander into your disgusting arms." She shook her head sympathetically at the girl by Espen's side, who looked dazed and confused. She was about to go on when she sniffed and her eyes caught sight of the beer bottle in her brother's hand. "Have you been drinking?" The woman turned to the secretary, who looked at her nervously. "Throw out all the bottles of beer this moron has. And that's an order." The smaller woman nodded hurriedly and walked away.

Espen held a handkerchief against his bleeding nose. It was starting to become a tradition. Whenever she visited, he'd always manage to break some part of his body. "Good to see you too, sis."

The woman took a seat across from him and tapped her nails on the glass. "Espen... listen to me."

"I know Dad sent you here. Tell him to screw off. I'm doing just fine."

"You are not doing okay. In the past two years, the sales have been going down by sixty percent. That's a hell lot of money, Espen. You need to stop messing around." She swiftly reached over and grabbed his bottle of beer before skillfully chucking it at the dust bin. It flew right into its target and the sound of glass shattering could be heard.

Espen glared at her. "That was mine!"

His sister rolled her eyes and folded her hands on her chest. She looked at him firmly. "Espen, we're going to have a talk. Dad thinks it's time."

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Base: Nose 1, Eyes Drawn Blue, Skin 3

Must: Delicate Distraught Eyebrows, Flashback Wild One Leather Pants, Black Suit Jacket, Blonde Memory Manipulator Locks, Butlers Shoes, Blue Aye Eye Winged Liner, Black Cheek Heart Temporary Tattoo