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An empty glass, some ice left melting. A faint hint of gin.

And a flower on the bar.
 
A quick trip through the house. Down to the Entertainment Room. Spying a glass and a flower left behind. Withered flowers were thrown out, a fresh vase with water retrieved. A quick appreciative sniff of the flower before it is tucked into the vase and left on the bar top. The glass is dumped of its remaining contents, washed, returned, pristine, to its rightful place.

The Cellar room is left unscouted. It always has been a room of enter at your own risk.

Return trip to the upper portion of the house is made to the study where contemplation ensues.
 
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You can't slow Time nor can you stop it. Life forever churns forward toward the good and the bad. Cherish the good and embrace the bad. Memories are good to pull out and think upon once in awhile, but not to live in.

It's time to settle into a new week. Each day, though it has its predictables, still remains a mystery. The unpredictable keeps me on my toes and keeps me thinking. If my brain is formulating it means it doesn't stagnate. Time to open up the imagination again, light a fire under it and start to draw forth ideas and breathe life into them.

One thing that makes me smile so much is coaxing a new writer into the open. Anyone can write, some are just better at it than others. It pleases me without being able to find the descriptive words how much I enjoy watching M bloom as a writer. Every day we talk and every day I see the writer come out in him, from discussion of ideas to his posts for current scenes.

I'm not sure how many ladies out there would like to write with him, but right now, he's all mine and don't think for a moment I don't know what a treasure I have. He is thoroughly appreciated and so much more. :heart:
 
Fuckin' hell.

The counter, the glass beside him half-empty. Water today. His face is miserable. One of the maids keeps throwing him dirty looks. What happened yesterday? He only has bits and pieces.

Most of them are good.
 
On her way to the Cellar to fetch a bottle of wine for dinner later that evening, she paused in the kitchen, noting what looked like something the dog had drug in. A brow rose slightly.

"You look like hell, Ice. What the hell have you been doing? Am I going to find any of my maids missing this afternoon?"

She couldn't help but grin. Folding her arms over her chest, she leaned against a wall and studied him.
 
DarkWarrioress said:
On her way to the Cellar to fetch a bottle of wine for dinner later that evening, she paused in the kitchen, noting what looked like something the dog had drug in. A brow rose slightly.

"You look like hell, Ice. What the hell have you been doing? Am I going to find any of my maids missing this afternoon?"

She couldn't help but grin. Folding her arms over her chest, she leaned against a wall and studied him.
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"Wine Tour." He explained. And did not explain.

There was more to it than that. It was as anything. One lead to another. Stretching out his hand, he drank his water. Glancing sidelong to her once in miserable scrutiny.

"I think you should let me take over the hiring of your maids."
 
Light Ice said:
"Wine Tour." He explained. And did not explain.

There was more to it than that. It was as anything. One lead to another. Stretching out his hand, he drank his water. Glancing sidelong to her once in miserable scrutiny.

"I think you should let me take over the hiring of your maids."
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*cracks up at his last statement*

Good Night, LI.

:D
 
Light Ice said:
"Wine Tour." He explained. And did not explain.

There was more to it than that. It was as anything. One lead to another. Stretching out his hand, he drank his water. Glancing sidelong to her once in miserable scrutiny.

"I think you should let me take over the hiring of your maids."
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She studied him quietly for a moment or two, then grinned, shaking her head. "Oh hell no. I'll hire my own maids thankyouverymuch. Just because you go through them like a glass of your Bombay." She rolled her eyes, shoved off the wall, turning on her heel and left the kitchen, ponytail swishing.
 
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He shrugged and managed a smile.

It'd been worth a shot.
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"You still owe me for the last maid Ice," she called over her shoulder, "the poor woman couldn't crouch or sit for two weeks!" Again, she stomped off muttering about men in general.
 
*slips his hand out from around her without waking her up, placing her head gently onto the pillow, a blanket over her body, legs pulled up while she naps on the couch, plants a :kiss: over her forehead and leaves to go out for a bit*
 
A soft sound of protest left her lips, but her eyes remained closed. She wasn't feeling well this afternoon and it oozed into the evening. Hopefully the pill she popped before lying down would make her feel much better shortly. M was leaving her. Some part of her mind registered that even as she slightly registered the feel of his lips on her forehead. Wherever he was going, she knew he'd be home soon. He was never far away from her. He never left her. Ever.
 
The clouds have lifted. I feel light of heart. There's a breeze today keeping the temperature bearable. But life's circumstances turn on a dime. No telling what tomorrow will bring, but for now, tomorrow can wait.

I want to crook a finger at him and whisper, "Come play with me in the sunshine and follow me in the moonlight."

I am, a hopeless romantic. Sue me.

There is nothing I crave he can not fulfill.

I've heard words on the wind for something owed. *smiles* I await its fulfillment.

I eagerly look forward to His replies when they are forthcoming, more than likely on the morrow.

To all my co-writers, you all are the best, ever. You keep me on my toes and my brain thinking. You find ways to challenge me. Thank you for writing with me.
 
Your words themselves are music to my ears, beautiful. I'd rather listen to them than the stereo.

*flops down onto the couch next to her and plants a kiss on her cheek*
 
*curls an arm around her shoulder and shifts closer, holding her against him, reaching his other hand towards her head and running fingers through her hair*
 
The beginning of a four day weekend. She leaned against the counter sipping coffee, trying to make her brain function because she had just gotten the resignation of yet another maid. Damnation, Ice! She was going to have lie in wait, at the bar, and give him a serious scolding about being more careful with the maids. Half of them thought they were in love and the other half, were in hate. She sighed. Men. You can't live with them and you can't live without them. She was royally screwed. And worse? She wasn't complaining about it.
 
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Tossing my keys into the waiting receptacle in the hallway, pausing only long enough to slip my sandals from my feet with a sigh as the soles make contact with the cool wooden floor. I rather be barefooted. The connotations to that are endless in the possibilities. My purse finds its way next to the bowl and I leave my sandals in the hallway for now. Pausing long enough to flip on the stereo, I make my way down the entertainment room. heading straight for the bar, I step behind it, taking a glass, adding a few ice cubes and pour from the bottle of Jack.
 
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