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The bar, again, and water again. It seems strange to be here suddenly. Different. That's a reflection of the day, though; a consequence of his idle hands. The battered leather-bound notepad that is so frequently in his back pocket is produced along with a weary looking pencil. A few notes jotted. A sketch drawn. His hand is not the talented hand of an artist. The strokes with the charcoal pencil are crude and efficient. Angles, straight lines, lacking depth and forging themselves into a rough skeleton.

A plan of sorts.

Football isn't on for a bit. He'll vanish when it is. There were friends to tend to. A certain girl in a cute little jersey to stand beside. It could be worse.

But the down time ticked slow today and ate at him, forged in him a lingering and unfocused discontent.

His friends were left their usual gifts. Tulips for she, arranged neatly on the bar in white paper - a six pack of Middle Ages Brown Ale for him.
 
She found time to slip down to the bar for a drink. Once again, evidence of his presence was found, but no Ice himself. She was use to that. The flowers he left for her brought a smile to her face as she gathered them up and set them in a vase. He had rough edges, but he was a rough diamond after all. An appreciated one.
 
He woke up, planted a soft kiss on her forehead before watching her sleep for a few minutes, slipped out of bed and then decided to make a quick trip to the entertainment room.

Six tickets for two people were placed in an envelope next to the bottle of Bombay on the counter. Yankees vs. Red Sox. September 23rd to 25th. Yankee Stadium. Three days. Three games. The ones for Friday and Sunday were Loge seats while the Saturday ones were in the Field Box. He hoped the guy didn't have to work that weekend.

He grabbed the six pack and went to the Study. Work, the relentless bitch, was calling.
 
The day was the kind that needed a lift. A boost. A something. The tickets were six, long, lonely slips of glossy paper across the countertop and at the same time they were much, much more than that. His fingers found his phone and ran quickly on the screen.

-Don't make plans for the weekend of the 23rd.-

It was unlikely Mav knew the significance of the games that he chose. The man was more a cricket type than anything. Still, gestures were funny things. Hit or miss they always made a difference. He'd come to believe in the power of gesture early on in his life when Pop had made one to him.

His Bombay soon in hand, the man that had made a mess of Cait's Maids settled into his seat at the bar. The radio nearby was attached to his I-Pod.

He started by playing this.
 
She was awake, hips swaying to the song coming from the ear buds tucked in her ears. It was the song she always immediately made her think of M. Whenever something upset her. If she could play this song, she calmed.

Dressed only in one of his work shirts, which hitched up her thighs as she moved. Hairbrush in hand as she brushed her hair out and put it up in her usual ponytail. A soft smile played across her lips. Looking at herself in the bedroom mirror, she wondered about cutting her hair for the winter. Ah well. Perhaps. She danced around the room to the song as she made up the bed. She didn't let the maids in here. She took care of their room herself.
 
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Will someone please tell me why all of a sudden I keep running into images of bananas and melted chocolate? Why is the Universe trying to keep my head muddled in such sensual thoughts and... damn you, M for putting them there in the first place!
 
DarkWarrioress said:
Will someone please tell me why all of a sudden I keep running into images of bananas and melted chocolate? Why is the Universe trying to keep my head muddled in such sensual thoughts and... damn you, M for putting them there in the first place!
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Well, darling, I don't know about images, but I had no plans of putting chocolate and bananas in your head. They would go in other places. Other, much more yummier places. Although your head is yummy too. But it's already filled with the good stuff.

:kiss:
 
Mav Unlimited said:
Well, darling, I don't know about images, but I had no plans of putting chocolate and bananas in your head. They would go in other places. Other, much more yummier places. Although your head is yummy too. But it's already filled with the good stuff.

:kiss:
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Damn you! Stop that! :kiss:

Light Ice said:
He's at the bar, as always.


But he's asleep. Head on counter.
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*just snickers*
 
First, off to geek it up in WoW. Due to RW's demands the brother and I don't get to play as much as we'd like to.

Then I'll be working on a post for Jessica and one for Elana. That should take care of matters for the day. Maybe. One just never knows.

Then I fear the RW is going to suck me in until later when I can open PSP and work on my sig tag and M's. I miss being creative with PSP and doing animations or tags. I use to do a lot of them. Just don't have that kind of time anymore.

Not bad for the day, I don't think. And with M nibbling on my ear or neck throughout the day, how could it not be a good day?

*adds to her mental list: the making of more salsa*
 
perks up

I didn't know you played WoW! You're even more awesome than I thought and I already thought you were amazing! :D :rose:
 
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