Lucian's Private Retreat

*Calmly walks in, taking the rum and coke that the bartender offers me. Glances around to see if anybody else is around as I head to take a seat in the recliner directly in front of the fire. I just sit back and nurse my drink, letting my eyes glaze over as I stare into and listen to the fire.*
 
*Slips in quietly, grabbing another rum and coke from the bar and slowly walks towards the fire, stopping to perch on the arm of Lucian's recliner*

Refill?
 
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*Finds himself so lost in staring at the fire that he doesn't hear or notice anything until you are perched on the arm of my chair. My head snaps up and I blink my eyes, having clearly been lost in my own head.*


"Heh, do I ever say no to a refill?"

*I ask rhetorically, moving to set my glass down on the floor on the other side of the chair, knowing that one of my staff will be by shortly to pick it up.*

"And what brings you to my humble abode on a night such as this?"

*I ask as I reach for the proffered drink.*
 
"On a cold night like tonight I thought you could use a little company."

*slides softly on to Lucian's lap*

"..and perhaps a little extra warmth."
 
"Is that so?"

*I ask in a coy tone as I adjust myself into a posture that allows you to slip easily onto my lap. One arm wraps around your waist and lingers there as I lean back into the chair once more.*

"Well, I guess I could always use some company, and a little warmth never hurt anybody now did it?"
 
Stopping in his tracks I turn my head slowly with a tilt of it. ''Hmm...hiding it plain sight actually works.'' Opening the door I step inside with an appreciative raising of my brows, feeling quite under dressed i a leather vest, red tartan kilt and Doc Martin boots. Before the thoughts complete a black dress shirt, belted slacks and comfortable leather shoes. ''Ask and ye shall receive is it?'' I feel I've found a place I belong.

Noticing the elegant extremely well stocked Bar, a drink is quite in order to celebrate this new find. Ambling to an unoccupied barstool I take a seat. ''Your best single malt Scotch neat if you please?'' Before I could blink a hazel eyed auburn haired beauty serves my drink, without realizing my jaw drops open only to have her delicate hand close my mouth. This place has that type effect on many she says.

Lifting my glass from the bar to swirl the amber liquid within it, a sip taken I savor the smooth taste of it's light familiar burn. ''I have no doubt about it Lass...no doubt about it whatsoever.'' Just be careful of what you wish for you, you just might get it Mr. Wolf she replies. I smile wolfishly back at her careful of my thoughts. ''I'll definitely make certain to take your advice Lass.''
 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONY!!!

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With much love
from
:heart: Mari :heart:
XXXXX​
 
I didn't think anybody would remember.

Thanks Mari :D.

Sorry for the late reply. To put things lightly, my birthday was eventful, lol, and thus left me first distracted, and then a bit too exhausted to think about lit ;).
 
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