Lit was fighting with Swash last night, or he most likely would have been here sooner. *smile*
Oh, and since I don't want to leave bloody trauils around for Philip to have to clean up, I resisted the urge to have my feet chopped off. *Lifting skirt slightly to show red dancing slippers, doing a dance step, stopping before tempting fate too much*
You know, Jinny, that poor bartender may be a bit cold *glancing back at the "thermometer"* but damn, don't he look good? *laugh*