I've bitten off a bit more than I can chew lately. I had about half a dozen threads active but previously dormant ones have come to life on me and I like the concepts and writers too much not to start posting on them again. RL is also being difficult as I had expected to get quite a bit done this weekend and then wasn't able to. I know the SRPs are just supposed to be a bit of fun but I don't like leaving people hanging and I haven't been able to get online since last thur. I didn't have any warning of that either, so people have assumed I've gone awol. It'll all come right over the next few days but for now it's more than a little tiresome.
Speaking of tiresome, I'm going to have to toddle off to bed. My herbal Nytol is finally kicking in and I badly need some downtime. Help yourself to drinks and snacks hon
Sips the hot drink, still maintaining purposeful eye contact with the eager young bartender. He lets out a long warm sigh that smells delightfully of caramel as he sets down his mug.
That's good stuff. Really warms the cockles doesn't it?
Absently takes a lock of vice's hair between his index and middle fingers, slowly trailing his thick, heat worn fingertips down the silky strands until his fingers reach the collar of vice's shirt where they slip gently inside, pulling the fabric down enough for his eyes to greedily look over the merchandise with a distinct air of entitlement.
That's not half bad either.
I take a long pull of the beer and wonder what time she finishes work. A story starts to come into focus: the pub is empty, she is alone, we begin to chat, she ponders closing early. Promising.
