★ 18 [Voice] Some Sundays It's Loud as Thunder

[mightbeconcussed]

Harold Saxon aka The Master left the City today.

People go away and come back all the time, right? He wouldn't tell me to wait if he wasn't planning on coming back. And what does that even mean? Wait for what? Wait for dinner. Wait for Summer. Wait for football season. Wait until I get back which could be who knows when.

Just...wait.

In any case, I'm staying Harry's indefinitely. He left me the flat until he gets back. Someone has to take care of Masha.

Keats, I need alcohol and lots of it.

I'm out of ice cream and I hate today.

Comments

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Oh man, Lucy, that sucks, I'm really sorry.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

It sucks lots. Thanks, Sam.

There will need to be alcohol tomorrow because staying inside and going stir crazy is more of a no. Even if I am a cranky girl.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Look, if there's anything, anything I can do, just let me know.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You can provide alcohol and distraction.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Okay, I can do that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Sam.

Is the beach still on for tomorrow? I'll probably be hungover but that hasn't ever stopped me from sunbathing.

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Did he tell you this directly or was it from a note left behind?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

He left me a note saying the flat was mine until he returned and to wait.

Why?

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Merely curious.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Okay. I don't think I know you.

I'm Lucy. Are you a friend of Harry's?

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am an acquaintance of Mr. Saxon's.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[There is some nose wrinkling here because it doesn't seem Harry has friends. He has acquaintances]

Does that mean you work with him?

[council-king.livejournal.com]

Gone, is he?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Temporarily.

1/2

[council-king.livejournal.com]

.................

2/2

[council-king.livejournal.com]

......... I'll see that for myself.

Re: 2/2

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

What? If he's gone or if it's temporary? Hello, he left a note and his flat to me. Told me to wait. That's not a permanent kind of thing. A guy breaks up with you and he tells you that he needs space and to please get out of his apartment.

*Explaining it to her as if she were a child. Which to be honest, to him, she is.*

[council-king.livejournal.com]

... I'll see for myself that he's gone. And this note by him.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

We're not playing spy games. I wish he were here but he's not and the note was addressed to me. He didn't leave you one.

Action!

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats had vast experience in cheering young womem. Actually, Lucy reminded him in part of Ellen. Certainly not entirely, but there were similar things.

Similar, for example, being the fact that he could make baily's and icecream floats with a variety of flavors. The bags were full and he knocked on the door.

"Oi, lass, it's Keats!"

Re: Action!

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy tiptoes and peeks through the peep hole just to make sure. She's more cautious these days, more aware. She unlocks the door with a beaming smile and takes some of the bags from him to set them on the floor. Once that's done she gives him a proper hug, both arms going around his neck. She kisses his cheek and pulls back.

"Best imaginary friend a girl ever had."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Ever had a baily's and ice cream?" Keats made his way to the kitchen while she closed the door behind him. "Because if you have not, you're missing an amazing beverage."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"I have been missing then," Lucy says as she helps him with the bags. "But it's got ice cream in it so I'm excited."

She really could just kiss Keats. Not only had he complied with her request but he was letting her do it in her pajamas.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats hugged her with an arm about her shoulders. "I have mint, caramel, and regular Baily's what shall we try first?"

Keats also unloaded strawberry syrup, chocolate syrup, and other sweets. That followed with Amaretto and some other chocolate liqueurs. If they were going to kill their livers, they were going to do so DELICIOUSLY.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Keats was totally and completely Lucy's favorite person ever right now. Possibly maybe ever. She bit her bottom lip as she made a decision. "Let's start with the caramel," she suggested but really they all sounded divine.