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Lucy Locke ([personal profile] mightbeconcussed) wrote2010-05-25 06:32 pm
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★ 18 [Voice] Some Sundays It's Loud as Thunder

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.
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[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2010-05-31 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Lucy took her job as syrup keeper very seriously. She watched the blending, considering his question. "We could play cards? Poker? or Gin Rummy? Go Fish!"

[identity profile] disregard-death.livejournal.com 2010-05-31 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Syrup Keeper was, in fact, one of the most serious things in the world. He poured parts of the mixture into cups and awaited.

"I am vicious at Go Fish, I warn ye."

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2010-06-01 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I can take you," Lucy taunted good naturedly. She swirled the syrup into heart patterns on top of both of the cups. "Good?" she asked looking up at Keats.

[identity profile] disregard-death.livejournal.com 2010-06-03 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
He thwapped dollops of whipped creme on the cups with a flourish. "We shall see, my dear." Keats then walked to the living room and plopped down on the floor before the livingroom table. "Shall we bet something?"

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2010-06-03 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course! That makes the game all the more fun," Lucy laughed as she followed Keats into the living room, sitting down next to him. She bit her bottom lip, swiped her finger through the whipped cream and then licked it off before she continued. "What are we betting? Ideas or brainstorm?"

[identity profile] disregard-death.livejournal.com 2010-06-04 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Brainstorm, I'm fresh broke lately, so maybe not money." Keats suggested. "Food?"

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2010-06-04 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"The other has to cook dinner?" Lucy suggests.

[identity profile] disregard-death.livejournal.com 2010-06-05 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Perfect. And not cereal." Keats agreed. He then settled down with the cards. "Ye want me to stay on tha couch tonight?"

He didn't want to add that he was worried she was lonely, but the idea probably hung in the air around them.

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2010-06-06 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Actually I want you to stay in the bed with me tonight," Lucy answered without pause. "But if you like the couch that works for me. Definitely not cereal. Something more real food shaped."

[identity profile] disregard-death.livejournal.com 2010-06-07 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The couch was smaller than the bed. Keats began dealing the cards. "I can do that, Lucy."

Afterall, what were friends for?

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2010-06-07 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
That earned him another smile. "Thank you, Keats. Best friend ever," she assured him as she took a drink of her Baily's and ice cream. "Oooooh totally missing out. This could be my new favorite thing ever."

[identity profile] disregard-death.livejournal.com 2010-06-08 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know the finer things in life, Lucy." Keats tipped his glass. "Got a six?"

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2010-06-08 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucy stuck her tongue out at Keats and handed over her six. "Okay I have to admit you do. Got any fours?"
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