fr33ks33k
Dream Eater
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Oh but I'm still working, really hard.
Supervising is working, right?
Most assuredly. *smirks, brow quirking at the fae-kitten clambering into her lap*
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Oh but I'm still working, really hard.
Supervising is working, right?
*smiles and orders a sloe screw*
Evening here and am well. Just woke up. Working over night.
*smiles and orders a sloe screw*
Evening here and am well. Just woke up. Working over night.
*takes my drink from a passing server and toasts fr33k*
Working overnight sucks. I work late evenings and I bitch about that enough.
*raises glass*
My sympathies.
Working overnight sucks. I work late evenings and I bitch about that enough.
*raises glass*
My sympathies.
*sipping the reddish concoction with every evidence of enjoyment, mulling over FM`s words*
I prefer over night shifts usually. Only time they suck is when all my US people hit the hay.
Angle turns a couple of times in the lap, resettling. She rubs her cheek along FM's stomach and then smiles up. The cheekrubbing become lips over the same place. Quiet and gentle, still snuggling.
Elongating, taking more.. person dimension, I find myself on my back, head in fm's lap. I look up, the rounding of her breasts evokes feelings of warmth and affection; beautiful lines always do that for me. From this angle, I can see her chin and throat, the bits of hair hanging over. I find myself wondering if she knows how .. beautiful she looks from this angle. It is not the stereotypical attractiveness as none of those features are visible in the usual way.
It is the vulnerability of the neck, the strength of the jaw. It is in the warmth of her lap. Angel is surrounded by a beauty of an entirely different sort.
Three Wise Men. Jack Daniel's, Jose Cuervo, and you can usually take your pick of the third: Jim Beam, Johnnie Walker, or any other named liquor. I favor Johnnie Walker myself...
Ooh. That's my kinda cocktail. Here in the Eurozone, as publicans, we're not allowed to put more than two 25ml shots of anything into one glass. Fucking Nazis!
I'm liking The Godfather right now though, JD and Amaretto with cola.
Hmm...I've never tried that before. I may have to add that to my list.
Heh, that sounds like it limits drink combos...poor you.
only for my customers. once the doors are locked, i can drink what i like.
*watches the kitty metafaeisize into the resident lounge angel, admiring her curves as they... develop. smiles down at her and orders more Absinthe, 2 shots this time, plus the equipment she needs to mix the perfect drink... in glasses.
continues to stroke her hair and face, holding with my other arm so she doesn't wind up a heap of fae on the floor*
Ice, spoon, cube. emerald green pouring over.. filling glass... finding ice. Cube aflame... blue.. sizzling.. bubbling.. dripping... emerald turns moonlight.
Twice this is done, one offered to FM, the other offered to Angel lips.
Well, I meant that you'd get hassled for not being able to make 'em the drinks they might want.
Nah, they're too skint to bitch.
I'll presume 'skint' is 'drunk'. Why's that make ya sad? *chuckle*
No, skint = penniless. Hence sadness. Everyone's broke these days.
Ah. Makes sense now. That is sadness...*offers a consolation hug, careful not to tip the angel in her lap onto the floor*
Have a good night you two. I gotta go. *waves and finishes his drink before departing*
*takes the liquor in one shot, savouring the taste, then leans over and kisses the angel, pouring warm absinthe into her mouth, caressing her as a woman now, my nails softly grazing the back of her neck*
Anise flows like love past her lips, coating her tongue. She closes her eyes against a caress that fills her with happiness, fingertips that awaken lust. It is this lust that rises with an intensity that finds her hand rounding the back of FM's head, pulling the two women fiercely together.