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Ugh. Three day weekends always threw off her internal timing. Nothing felt right. Everything felt out of sync. She'd get through the week though. She could adapt on her feet while running. Didn't mean she liked it, but she could and had done it.

For now, it was time to sleep, to let the body take rest and regenerate itself. It was time to shelf thoughts, to let emotions lie, to snuggle up in bed and dream away the hours of darkness. All too soon, the sun would rise and the day would start with its' demands. Words from the Immortal Bard float through her head, making her smile.
 
One of my all time favorite westerns. I love the dynamic between John Wayne and Maureen O' Hara. I always loved watching them work together.

McLintock
 
Flowers, a dozen of them. A solitary red amidst a sea of white. He lays them on the bar beside his seat and pours himself a drink, flicking on the games.
 
One last look around the house before she turned in. She made sure doors were locked, lights were turned off. In the kitchen she made sure the coffee pot was made and the timer set for the morning. She ran lightly down the stairs to the entertainment room. It was part of her routine. An empty glass on the bar top. She also found the flowers. They made her smile. Reaching for a bigger vase, she paused to fill it half full with water before putting the beauties into it, just the way he had had them arranged. A single red, amidst a sea of white.

The glass was washed, rinsed and set to dry.

The flowers, in their vase, were set on the bar top, before she headed up the stairs and turned off the light. All was well in the mansion and it was time to sleep. The bedroom was dark but she knew her way around it so well she didn't need light. She paused only long enough to shed her clothing and climbed into bed with him, pulling the covers up carefully. Snuggling close, she let sleep claim her. Tomorrow was another day.
 
An early morning jog along the shoreline before she headed home was just what she needed. She let herself into their bedroom leaving the door open. The soft breeze off the ocean cooled her skin that was covered in a layer of sweat. She headed straight for the bathroom for a shower.

Several moments later she emerged wrapped in a towel. What to wear today? A mischievous grin came to her as she reached for a comfortable sarong. Writing was on the agenda today. Even if she distracted M.
 
Flowers. A sixpack for M. Left where he usually leaves things. He's mostly gone today, half a presence, but an empty glass kept the tradition.
 
Grabs the sixpack as he arrives home after a long day at work. Smiles, leaves a note under the bottle of Bombay that says "Thanks! --M", grabs one bottle from the pack, keeps the rest over the counter for now, fizzes open his bottle, takes a gulp and heads upstairs to look for Cait.
 
Her usual walk around. Lights, doors locked. Down to the entertainment room and found the flowers Ice left. She took them behind the bar and filled another vase with water before arranging the flowers in it before setting the vase at the opposite side of the white ones.

He still wasn't hiring any new maids. it definitely wasn't their cleaning skills he was going to be checking out. At least none of the maids quit this week.

She retreated upstairs and headed for the bedroom and sleep.
 
He's a weary mess at the bar, water once again - though for entirely different reasons. The Maids are more than safe. They're avoided. For once he's an actually peaceful kind of placid at the bar and the smell of icy hot is apparently his newest cologne.
 
"You damn bloody fool."

She sighed as she came running down the stairs and spotted him at the bar. Going behind it, she pulled two glasses from the shelf, filled one with ice, the other not so much. One glass she poured a cold glass of water and in the other his usual. She set them both in front of him and sniffed delicately.

"You almost smell like peppermint."
 
DarkWarrioress said:
"You damn bloody fool."

She sighed as she came running down the stairs and spotted him at the bar. Going behind it, she pulled two glasses from the shelf, filled one with ice, the other not so much. One glass she poured a cold glass of water and in the other his usual. She set them both in front of him and sniffed delicately.

"You almost smell like peppermint."
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"I feel like one that has been chewed on awhile." He confessed.

His usual was eyed warily before gently, quietly, being passed on. Water would serve today, he knew his body enough to not ignore it now. There was an understated appreciation in his manner as he inclined his head to the red-headed head of house, leaning over to flick on the stereo.
 
Light Ice said:
"I feel like one that has been chewed on awhile." He confessed.

His usual was eyed warily before gently, quietly, being passed on. Water would serve today, he knew his body enough to not ignore it now. There was an understated appreciation in his manner as he inclined his head to the red-headed head of house, leaning over to flick on the stereo.
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What's making you feel this way?
 
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