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Feb. 12th, 2008 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saoneI'm still alive. I think. *pokes self* Yep, still alive. Good gravy, that was a terrible week. Of course, this one's not shaping up to be much better, but at least I don't feel like a walking bio-hazard scare anymore. \o/
Yes, I'm finally healthy, and just in time to die from smoke inhalation. :P High winds on Sunday downed powerlines all over central VA and sparked a bunch of wildfires. There's no danger where I live, but my town is still covered in this blanket of woodsmoke, and my lizard brain is on perpetual freak-out.
I've been trying to distract myself by writing, and while most of it suh-ucks (the muses, they are rusty), I've managed to cobble together a couple good lines. *g*
The first thing Jack noticed when he entered the bar was how wonderfully blue collar it was. The smell of watery beer and rotgut whiskey mingled with the remnants of decades of smokers and the unwashed tang of humans who’ve decided they don’t give a damn. There was a honest to God jukebox against the far wall belting out CCR, the sound too scratchy to be anything but vinyl.
The second thing Jack noticed was the ridiculously gorgeous guy sitting in the last booth to the right. He had his back to the wall, a half empty pilsner in front of him, and a defensive look on his perfectly sculpted face. Jack thought he was adorable.
He was arguing with the person seated across from him. Ten to one it was the younger brother, all floppy hair and cat eyes. And muscle. Can't forget the muscle. Over 200 pounds packed onto a six and a half foot frame.
Jack felt a tiny frisson of lust run up his spine, followed by the briefest whisper of guilt brushing across his mind. Apparently Ianto's plans for domestication were working, dammit.
Whee! Now I just need to, you know, write the rest of it. Bother.
ETA And now I'm off to vote!
Yes, I'm finally healthy, and just in time to die from smoke inhalation. :P High winds on Sunday downed powerlines all over central VA and sparked a bunch of wildfires. There's no danger where I live, but my town is still covered in this blanket of woodsmoke, and my lizard brain is on perpetual freak-out.
I've been trying to distract myself by writing, and while most of it suh-ucks (the muses, they are rusty), I've managed to cobble together a couple good lines. *g*
The first thing Jack noticed when he entered the bar was how wonderfully blue collar it was. The smell of watery beer and rotgut whiskey mingled with the remnants of decades of smokers and the unwashed tang of humans who’ve decided they don’t give a damn. There was a honest to God jukebox against the far wall belting out CCR, the sound too scratchy to be anything but vinyl.
The second thing Jack noticed was the ridiculously gorgeous guy sitting in the last booth to the right. He had his back to the wall, a half empty pilsner in front of him, and a defensive look on his perfectly sculpted face. Jack thought he was adorable.
He was arguing with the person seated across from him. Ten to one it was the younger brother, all floppy hair and cat eyes. And muscle. Can't forget the muscle. Over 200 pounds packed onto a six and a half foot frame.
Jack felt a tiny frisson of lust run up his spine, followed by the briefest whisper of guilt brushing across his mind. Apparently Ianto's plans for domestication were working, dammit.
Whee! Now I just need to, you know, write the rest of it. Bother.
ETA And now I'm off to vote!
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Date: 2008-02-14 01:09 pm (UTC)And judging by these first few paragraphs the
slashbrain is not yet dead either . . .*hug*
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:50 pm (UTC)I know! It's sad how ridiculously happy I got over just a couple of paragraphs.