★ 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.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

I will make the beach happen for you tomorrow, Lucy.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You're the best Sammy. Thank you. I will be there. New bikini on and drink in hand.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Anything for a friend. And I'll be there with like... Pedialite for you so you don't get super hungover.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Awww. You're a fantastic hang over friend, Sam.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Go me.