Yeah, working on ye olde sleeve again.
Next week, this time, I'll be visiting Sean Michael and having a ball. (Are y'all jealous?)
Have a good one!
The weather was perfect. Looks like spring's going to be early here.
Portuguese was flying and Sammy frowned, watching the Brazilians as they bounced down the hallway. Joa was in a sling, Balta was singing some weird-assed song, and Raul was drunk as a skunk.
Lord, them boys was pretty. Well, except for Balta. Balta was a friend. Joa had a great mouth, though.
"Sammy! Sammy, how goes?" Speaking of friends -- Balta grinned at him, tipped his hat.
He nodded in response, not interested in trying to talk.
Raul waved. "Bom dia! I drink fire water!"
He arched an eyebrow and Joa shook his head. "The Mike's Hard Lemonade, sim? Raul thought it was like candy."
Balta hooted. "Sim. He will swing from the walls, now, yes?"
"Rafters, Balta." Joa chuckled.
"Rafters." Sam rolled his eyes. "Quiet. Be too quiet." Right? That was right?
A warm hand settled on the small of his back. "You know it. Y'all best find your room. You sound like a circus."
"Ah. Sim. Sim. Buon noite, Beau." Raul waved, just a little tipsy.
Yeah. Yeah Good night.
"Coke, did you order salad and chocolate cake from room service?" Dillon frowned down at the tray. There was his usual -- chicken and pasta, but where there should be a steak or a burger and fries, there was a salad.
A huge Cobb salad.
Add to that the hunk of chocolate cake when Dillon knew he'd seen brownies and ice cream, and something was off.
"Whut?" Coke was on the bed, his entire body packed with ice, the bags melting to water. The poor bastard was a giant, vicious bruise. "No. No, I want a fucking burger, fries. You know."
Dillon picked up the phone, hit 290.
There was going to be a burger. There were going to be fries, and they were going to be in this room before Coke needed another pain pill or there was going to be hell to pay.
He hadn't gotten his queen on in days, damn it, and his bullfighter needed.
Trying to decide what my next novel-length m/m is going to be -- cowboys or shifters or cops.
Also, I have a red riding hood idea eating my brain. :P
*grins* My glorious artist is going to start the last third of my left sleeve and we're going to start the drawing process for my chest piece.
My left arm is an homage to the seasons and my chest piece will be ravens and roses.
My right arm is a work in planning.
Look for pictures on my blog tomorrow!
I will not eat it.
I will gaze at it every so often until someone else does.