Preying Eyes Chapter 3
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Preying Eyes Chapter 3
Fandom: ??
Pairing: Gen, although we’re getting closer
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,554
Summary: Adrien’s past comes back to haunt him.
Author’s Note: I know it’s been a few days. Sorry about that.
Continued from here.
It wasn’t unusual to feel eyes on him, it was actually quite ordinary given his profession. Moreover, given the fact that his alter ego was country music megastar Austin Ricci, this wasn’t going to be the last time he felt someone watching him from afar. Usually, the eyes following his every move were curious, adoring, and enchanted. But this was different. Whoever watching him tonight wasn’t shooting him an inquisitive look, they were studying him. Waiting. It was beginning to freak him the hell out.
Adrien gave himself a mental shake. Pushing open the door to the hotel lobby, he tried to put the eerie feeling behind him. The last incident had been nearly a year ago and nothing since. Whoever had been creeping around, watching him, had obviously moved on. Not that any of his reassurances actually worked, because they didn’t. He still had that skin crawling feeling of being watched. A rush of cool air hit his face as he pushed into the lobby, slipping past the people milling around the check in counters. As soon as he was safe behind a locked door, he’d let his guard down, start to decompress. But now wasn’t the time for it.
Hustling through the budding crowd – it was nearly check in time he supposed – Adrien found the elevator bank and slapped his hand against the up button. The building pressure in his chest wasn’t a good sign. He couldn’t have a panic attack in public like this. It wasn’t good for his image, but that wasn’t his real worry. Truthfully, he was more afraid of the well-meaning staff and fans in the mix that would invariably try and help him through it. Breathe, they’d say although his chest felt like an elephant sat on it. Relax, they’d add, as if that was an option. Why didn’t they understand that if he could relax, he would?
“Oh hell,” he muttered to himself, feeling his hands begin to shake. He was freaking himself out now. The elevator dinged and with a soft whoosh, the doors opened. Relieved, Adrien bolted through the doors and pounded on the close button. He hit the number for his floor and leaned back against the wall. Eventually, he would need to see his therapist again, these attacks were coming more often while he was on the road. At home, he was fine, but the minute he left Tucker, panic set in. Sure, he’d see his therapist in his non-existent free time. Right.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Poking his head through, Adrien found the hallway empty. Grateful, he sprinted down the hall to his room. He slipped the keycard into the lock and pulled it out, pushing the door open.
And stopped dead in his tracks, overcome with horror.
A bouquet of dead roses had been tossed casually in the middle of the bed, brown and withered petals strewn across the floor. Adrien felt his heart lodge in his throat when he saw the stuffed teddy bear, head on one side of the flowers, body on the other. It was the same guy, it had to be. The poor bear was the giveaway – that had been the freak’s signature. Backing quickly out of the hotel room, Adrien bolted for the elevator, hell bent on getting to security and, eventually, out of this damn hotel and back home.
**
Security had given Adrien a cup of coffee and called in local law enforcement. Apparently hotel security was smart enough not to mess around with psychotic stalkers, he thought. Adrien’s fingers trembled as he lifted the cup to his mouth. The detectives interviewing him were nice enough, a youngish woman and an older man, but even their calm demeanors weren’t enough to steady his rattled nerves. He was starting to feel a bit safer so that was something.
“We’ve gone over your hotel room, Mr. Ricci,” the young detective said, checking her notebook before meeting his eyes. “It’s always a crapshoot in a hotel like this since there are so many prints and DNA floating around.”
He nodded, understanding the challenge they were up against. Basically, if his stalker held to form, they wouldn’t find any of his prints anyway, so they were wasting their time. He wasn’t going to discourage them on the off chance they found something, but he wasn’t hopeful either. Anything that got this crazy asshole out of his life would be welcome.
“Mr. Ricci?”
If he lived a thousand years, he’d never get used to being called that. “Sorry,” Adrien said, looking up and meeting the soft brown eyes of Detective Louise Matthews. “I think my mind wandered a bit there. What were you asking me?”
“Have you noticed anyone unusual hanging around,” the other detective asked. His name was Nettles.
“No,” Adrien said, dismissing the creepy feeling he’d felt coming into the lobby earlier. No one ever took those kinds of irrational, gut instincts seriously anyway. “But then, anytime I’m anywhere there are always so many people I don’t know, it’s hard to pick the lurker out of the bunch.” He made a face. “God, that sounded smug, I’m sorry.”
Detective Matthews chuckled and even her partner smiled. “It’s the truth, Mr. Ricci,” she said. “Nothing smug in being honest. How much longer are you going to be in town?”
He’d leave right moment if he could, but he had a show later that night. “Tomorrow morning,” Adrien told them. He’d called Kelley while waiting for the detectives to finish with the scene – his room – and had him book a flight out as soon as humanly possible. “First flight out at four AM. I need –,” to get the hell out of this place, now, “– to go somewhere I feel safe.”
Nettles nodded. “Understandable,” he said. “Even a good idea under the circumstances. We have all your information but take Louise’s card and my own in case you remember anything.”
Adrien took the cards they offered and glanced at them before stashing them away in his wallet. Louise Matthews. Jerald Nettles. Elliot Deacon. Wait. No, he didn’t have Elliot’s card, the only one he needed right then. Damn. “Thank you,” he said, sliding his wallet back into his pocket. “Please call me anytime if you have more questions or any updates.” He didn’t mention that he probably wouldn’t be sleeping much, but he figured they knew that already.
“Will do,” Nettles said, holding out a hand. Adrien took it and gave it a firm shake, repeating with Matthews a moment later.
“Have a safe trip wherever you’re headed, Mr. Ricci.”
“Thanks,” he said, watching them file out of the security office. He hadn’t been alone two minutes before the hotel manager arrived.
“Mr. Ricci,” the manager said, hands clasped before him. “We’re very sorry for what happened here this afternoon and would like to put you in another suite, this one –”
Adrien stopped him. “There’s no need,” he said, forcing a smile onto his face. “I’m going home after the show tonight. As soon as the cops are done with my room, I’ll pack my bag and check out.”
The manager’s face collapsed and it made Adrien feel like a real jerk. “Very well,” the manager said. “Is there anything we can do for you in the meantime?”
“Yes,” Adrien said. “Stop worrying that I’ll never come back. Whoever this creep is, he’s gotten to me in more secure situations. I’m not sure you could have stopped him even if we’d known he was coming.”
That was the frightening truth, too.
**
“He’s not here,” the sweet voice sang at him.
“What?” Elliot had been reading the night’s specials on the hand written menu board over the hostess’ station and hadn’t seen her coming. “I’m not looking for anyone.”
“Right,” she said, drawing the word out. “Would you like a table?”
Elliot fought the urge to sigh and stomp off like a child. Although he hadn’t come here specifically looking for Adrien, he had hoped to maybe run into the guy. Dinner at a place like this really wasn’t in his budget, but he was here and he’d been caught. It seemed a little idiotic to turn tail and run besides, he was starving. Elliot would just have to cut back on his expenses until he got paid again. “Sure,” he said, giving in to the growling in his stomach. “A seat at the bar is fine, if there isn’t anything else.”
Bella grinned and grabbed a menu. “He isn’t in town either, or I’d call his dumb ass and make him get down here to join you.”
“I’m sorry, why would you call him if he was here?” Elliot’s heart pounded in anticipation of her answer and that worried him. It wasn’t like him to get attached to anyone as fast as he had Adrien.
“Because it’s obvious you two enjoyed each other’s company the other night.” She rolled her eyes at him like he should have known all this. Elliot had, but he hadn’t wanted to admit it. “And the idiot told me he didn’t get your number before you parted ways. I thought I taught him better than that.”
So he hadn’t been imaging things then, had he? From what she was insinuating, Adrien really had been interested in him. In an attempt to play it cool, Elliot seated himself at the table Bella directed him towards and looked up at her. “Why would he need my number?” Heaven help him if this blew up in his face.
“To call you,” she said. Bella laid the menu on the table in front of him and leaned in. “You know, like, for a date.”
She obviously wasn’t concerned that he might not be gay, he noticed. Elliot hadn’t ever thought he came off as being that obvious, but maybe he’d outed himself during dinner the other night. Adrien had gotten his heart racing and there was no doubt a bit of ogling had occurred. But – wait a minute. If she thought Adrien was going to ask him out – holy hell. “I – I uh, shit.”
Bella laughed, loud and long and the sound filled the room. “You’re so damn cute,” she grinned. “I’m glad I asked Adrien if you could share his table. I’ll bring you the beer you had the last time and give you a chance to look at the menu since you don’t have my brother dictating what you eat tonight.”
He stared at the menu until she’d left to get his beer. Elliot hadn’t ever been so thoroughly embarrassed in his entire life. Thankfully, the place hadn’t hit its busy time yet and he was mostly alone with his humiliation. Glancing in the direction Bella had disappeared, Elliot wondered if Adrien had put her up to this or if she was playing matchmaker all on her own. Whatever the truth, he was kind of happy it was happening.
Sticking to his budgetary restrictions, Elliot had one beer, four glasses of water and a big ass bowl of gumbo. Although he went for the cheapest thing on the menu, the gumbo hadn’t disappointed. He put his spoon down as Bella approached the table, grinning. “Good?”
“The best,” Elliot agreed. “Your brother is an amazing chef.”
“That he is,” she said, setting another beer on the table. “It’s Joey’s one redeeming quality.”
“Brothers,” he said, thinking about how obnoxious his own were. Spotting the beer, Elliot frowned. “Look I –”
She waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s kind of dead in here tonight and my dad always told us to take care of our first responders. Which is why I’m here.”
He squinted at her, confused. “Okay, and I figured you were just bringing the bill like a normal waitress.”
“I can do that, too,” she said, shooting a quick glance over her shoulder before blasting him with her hundred watt smile again. “But I can also comp you some of my brother’s famous banana pudding if you’re interested. It’s one of Adrien’s favorites.”
How could he resist that kind of sales pitch? “Okay,” Elliot said, giving in to his sweet tooth. “I’ll try it. But only so I don’t hurt your brother’s feelings. He might not let me back in if I do.”
Bella laughed and shot him a flirty wink. “It takes a lot to hurt my brother’s feelings, but insulting his food would do it. I’ll be right back.”
Swiping his fork across the bottom of the plate, he got the last remnants of pudding, banana, and whipped deliciousness. “God, this is amazing,” he moaned.
“I know, right?” Bella was grinning at him again. “Our pastry chef, Sofia, is quite amazing herself. Can I get you anything else, detective?”
“No,” he grunted, patting his belly. “Unless you have a crane back there to lift me out of my chair?”
“Sorry,” she laughed, “fresh out. No coffee or anything?”
He shook his head. “Just the check, please.”
“I’ve got that right here,” she said, waving the leather folder in the air. “I’ll leave this with you and you can take care of it when you’re ready.”
“Thanks,” Elliot said, reaching for the bill. “I appreciate you taking care of me tonight.”
Shrugging, Bella pointed at him. “You looked so lonely the other night, I couldn’t help but ask Adrien to share his table. And tonight, you looked like you could use a little pampering.”
“Well, at least I know where to go when I’m down in the dumps,” he joked.
“Right here,” she agreed, holding her hands out wide. “Some good company and a bit of Joey’s food and you’ll be good as new. Will I see you again?”
Good question. “Probably,” he hedged. “It’s a small town after all and this is by far the best food I’ve had since I got here.”
“Happy to hear it,” she said. “Take care of yourself, detective.”
“Elliot,” he said, figuring that they were bound to get to know one another before long. Especially if he and Adrien ever found each other again. “Please.”
“Stay safe, Elliot,” she said, walking away from his table. “And have a good night.”
“Thanks,” he said, looking at the bill. “Huh. Son of a bitch.”
A smile crept onto his face. Bella hadn’t charged him a dime for his meal but she had scrawled a note across the bottom of the receipt. His grin grew as he read her words.
Dad says dinner’s on him. But I say try again on Tuesday. Adrien should be home then.
Stunned by her candor, Elliot decided it was time to take destiny into his own hands. Pulling out his wallet, he extracted what he assumed would be an appropriate tip. On top of the bills, he added a business card containing his name, cell number and email. Hopefully, Bella – and later, Adrien – would get the hint. But maybe not, either. Having second thoughts, he flipped the leather folder open and turned over his business card. Elliot scratched two words onto the back in blue ink – call me – and closed it again.
As he left the restaurant, Elliot wondered if he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life. Whatever the outcome, it was too late to take it back now.
Continues here.
Fandom: ??
Pairing: Gen, although we’re getting closer
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,554
Summary: Adrien’s past comes back to haunt him.
Author’s Note: I know it’s been a few days. Sorry about that.
Continued from here.
It wasn’t unusual to feel eyes on him, it was actually quite ordinary given his profession. Moreover, given the fact that his alter ego was country music megastar Austin Ricci, this wasn’t going to be the last time he felt someone watching him from afar. Usually, the eyes following his every move were curious, adoring, and enchanted. But this was different. Whoever watching him tonight wasn’t shooting him an inquisitive look, they were studying him. Waiting. It was beginning to freak him the hell out.
Adrien gave himself a mental shake. Pushing open the door to the hotel lobby, he tried to put the eerie feeling behind him. The last incident had been nearly a year ago and nothing since. Whoever had been creeping around, watching him, had obviously moved on. Not that any of his reassurances actually worked, because they didn’t. He still had that skin crawling feeling of being watched. A rush of cool air hit his face as he pushed into the lobby, slipping past the people milling around the check in counters. As soon as he was safe behind a locked door, he’d let his guard down, start to decompress. But now wasn’t the time for it.
Hustling through the budding crowd – it was nearly check in time he supposed – Adrien found the elevator bank and slapped his hand against the up button. The building pressure in his chest wasn’t a good sign. He couldn’t have a panic attack in public like this. It wasn’t good for his image, but that wasn’t his real worry. Truthfully, he was more afraid of the well-meaning staff and fans in the mix that would invariably try and help him through it. Breathe, they’d say although his chest felt like an elephant sat on it. Relax, they’d add, as if that was an option. Why didn’t they understand that if he could relax, he would?
“Oh hell,” he muttered to himself, feeling his hands begin to shake. He was freaking himself out now. The elevator dinged and with a soft whoosh, the doors opened. Relieved, Adrien bolted through the doors and pounded on the close button. He hit the number for his floor and leaned back against the wall. Eventually, he would need to see his therapist again, these attacks were coming more often while he was on the road. At home, he was fine, but the minute he left Tucker, panic set in. Sure, he’d see his therapist in his non-existent free time. Right.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Poking his head through, Adrien found the hallway empty. Grateful, he sprinted down the hall to his room. He slipped the keycard into the lock and pulled it out, pushing the door open.
And stopped dead in his tracks, overcome with horror.
A bouquet of dead roses had been tossed casually in the middle of the bed, brown and withered petals strewn across the floor. Adrien felt his heart lodge in his throat when he saw the stuffed teddy bear, head on one side of the flowers, body on the other. It was the same guy, it had to be. The poor bear was the giveaway – that had been the freak’s signature. Backing quickly out of the hotel room, Adrien bolted for the elevator, hell bent on getting to security and, eventually, out of this damn hotel and back home.
**
Security had given Adrien a cup of coffee and called in local law enforcement. Apparently hotel security was smart enough not to mess around with psychotic stalkers, he thought. Adrien’s fingers trembled as he lifted the cup to his mouth. The detectives interviewing him were nice enough, a youngish woman and an older man, but even their calm demeanors weren’t enough to steady his rattled nerves. He was starting to feel a bit safer so that was something.
“We’ve gone over your hotel room, Mr. Ricci,” the young detective said, checking her notebook before meeting his eyes. “It’s always a crapshoot in a hotel like this since there are so many prints and DNA floating around.”
He nodded, understanding the challenge they were up against. Basically, if his stalker held to form, they wouldn’t find any of his prints anyway, so they were wasting their time. He wasn’t going to discourage them on the off chance they found something, but he wasn’t hopeful either. Anything that got this crazy asshole out of his life would be welcome.
“Mr. Ricci?”
If he lived a thousand years, he’d never get used to being called that. “Sorry,” Adrien said, looking up and meeting the soft brown eyes of Detective Louise Matthews. “I think my mind wandered a bit there. What were you asking me?”
“Have you noticed anyone unusual hanging around,” the other detective asked. His name was Nettles.
“No,” Adrien said, dismissing the creepy feeling he’d felt coming into the lobby earlier. No one ever took those kinds of irrational, gut instincts seriously anyway. “But then, anytime I’m anywhere there are always so many people I don’t know, it’s hard to pick the lurker out of the bunch.” He made a face. “God, that sounded smug, I’m sorry.”
Detective Matthews chuckled and even her partner smiled. “It’s the truth, Mr. Ricci,” she said. “Nothing smug in being honest. How much longer are you going to be in town?”
He’d leave right moment if he could, but he had a show later that night. “Tomorrow morning,” Adrien told them. He’d called Kelley while waiting for the detectives to finish with the scene – his room – and had him book a flight out as soon as humanly possible. “First flight out at four AM. I need –,” to get the hell out of this place, now, “– to go somewhere I feel safe.”
Nettles nodded. “Understandable,” he said. “Even a good idea under the circumstances. We have all your information but take Louise’s card and my own in case you remember anything.”
Adrien took the cards they offered and glanced at them before stashing them away in his wallet. Louise Matthews. Jerald Nettles. Elliot Deacon. Wait. No, he didn’t have Elliot’s card, the only one he needed right then. Damn. “Thank you,” he said, sliding his wallet back into his pocket. “Please call me anytime if you have more questions or any updates.” He didn’t mention that he probably wouldn’t be sleeping much, but he figured they knew that already.
“Will do,” Nettles said, holding out a hand. Adrien took it and gave it a firm shake, repeating with Matthews a moment later.
“Have a safe trip wherever you’re headed, Mr. Ricci.”
“Thanks,” he said, watching them file out of the security office. He hadn’t been alone two minutes before the hotel manager arrived.
“Mr. Ricci,” the manager said, hands clasped before him. “We’re very sorry for what happened here this afternoon and would like to put you in another suite, this one –”
Adrien stopped him. “There’s no need,” he said, forcing a smile onto his face. “I’m going home after the show tonight. As soon as the cops are done with my room, I’ll pack my bag and check out.”
The manager’s face collapsed and it made Adrien feel like a real jerk. “Very well,” the manager said. “Is there anything we can do for you in the meantime?”
“Yes,” Adrien said. “Stop worrying that I’ll never come back. Whoever this creep is, he’s gotten to me in more secure situations. I’m not sure you could have stopped him even if we’d known he was coming.”
That was the frightening truth, too.
**
“He’s not here,” the sweet voice sang at him.
“What?” Elliot had been reading the night’s specials on the hand written menu board over the hostess’ station and hadn’t seen her coming. “I’m not looking for anyone.”
“Right,” she said, drawing the word out. “Would you like a table?”
Elliot fought the urge to sigh and stomp off like a child. Although he hadn’t come here specifically looking for Adrien, he had hoped to maybe run into the guy. Dinner at a place like this really wasn’t in his budget, but he was here and he’d been caught. It seemed a little idiotic to turn tail and run besides, he was starving. Elliot would just have to cut back on his expenses until he got paid again. “Sure,” he said, giving in to the growling in his stomach. “A seat at the bar is fine, if there isn’t anything else.”
Bella grinned and grabbed a menu. “He isn’t in town either, or I’d call his dumb ass and make him get down here to join you.”
“I’m sorry, why would you call him if he was here?” Elliot’s heart pounded in anticipation of her answer and that worried him. It wasn’t like him to get attached to anyone as fast as he had Adrien.
“Because it’s obvious you two enjoyed each other’s company the other night.” She rolled her eyes at him like he should have known all this. Elliot had, but he hadn’t wanted to admit it. “And the idiot told me he didn’t get your number before you parted ways. I thought I taught him better than that.”
So he hadn’t been imaging things then, had he? From what she was insinuating, Adrien really had been interested in him. In an attempt to play it cool, Elliot seated himself at the table Bella directed him towards and looked up at her. “Why would he need my number?” Heaven help him if this blew up in his face.
“To call you,” she said. Bella laid the menu on the table in front of him and leaned in. “You know, like, for a date.”
She obviously wasn’t concerned that he might not be gay, he noticed. Elliot hadn’t ever thought he came off as being that obvious, but maybe he’d outed himself during dinner the other night. Adrien had gotten his heart racing and there was no doubt a bit of ogling had occurred. But – wait a minute. If she thought Adrien was going to ask him out – holy hell. “I – I uh, shit.”
Bella laughed, loud and long and the sound filled the room. “You’re so damn cute,” she grinned. “I’m glad I asked Adrien if you could share his table. I’ll bring you the beer you had the last time and give you a chance to look at the menu since you don’t have my brother dictating what you eat tonight.”
He stared at the menu until she’d left to get his beer. Elliot hadn’t ever been so thoroughly embarrassed in his entire life. Thankfully, the place hadn’t hit its busy time yet and he was mostly alone with his humiliation. Glancing in the direction Bella had disappeared, Elliot wondered if Adrien had put her up to this or if she was playing matchmaker all on her own. Whatever the truth, he was kind of happy it was happening.
Sticking to his budgetary restrictions, Elliot had one beer, four glasses of water and a big ass bowl of gumbo. Although he went for the cheapest thing on the menu, the gumbo hadn’t disappointed. He put his spoon down as Bella approached the table, grinning. “Good?”
“The best,” Elliot agreed. “Your brother is an amazing chef.”
“That he is,” she said, setting another beer on the table. “It’s Joey’s one redeeming quality.”
“Brothers,” he said, thinking about how obnoxious his own were. Spotting the beer, Elliot frowned. “Look I –”
She waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s kind of dead in here tonight and my dad always told us to take care of our first responders. Which is why I’m here.”
He squinted at her, confused. “Okay, and I figured you were just bringing the bill like a normal waitress.”
“I can do that, too,” she said, shooting a quick glance over her shoulder before blasting him with her hundred watt smile again. “But I can also comp you some of my brother’s famous banana pudding if you’re interested. It’s one of Adrien’s favorites.”
How could he resist that kind of sales pitch? “Okay,” Elliot said, giving in to his sweet tooth. “I’ll try it. But only so I don’t hurt your brother’s feelings. He might not let me back in if I do.”
Bella laughed and shot him a flirty wink. “It takes a lot to hurt my brother’s feelings, but insulting his food would do it. I’ll be right back.”
Swiping his fork across the bottom of the plate, he got the last remnants of pudding, banana, and whipped deliciousness. “God, this is amazing,” he moaned.
“I know, right?” Bella was grinning at him again. “Our pastry chef, Sofia, is quite amazing herself. Can I get you anything else, detective?”
“No,” he grunted, patting his belly. “Unless you have a crane back there to lift me out of my chair?”
“Sorry,” she laughed, “fresh out. No coffee or anything?”
He shook his head. “Just the check, please.”
“I’ve got that right here,” she said, waving the leather folder in the air. “I’ll leave this with you and you can take care of it when you’re ready.”
“Thanks,” Elliot said, reaching for the bill. “I appreciate you taking care of me tonight.”
Shrugging, Bella pointed at him. “You looked so lonely the other night, I couldn’t help but ask Adrien to share his table. And tonight, you looked like you could use a little pampering.”
“Well, at least I know where to go when I’m down in the dumps,” he joked.
“Right here,” she agreed, holding her hands out wide. “Some good company and a bit of Joey’s food and you’ll be good as new. Will I see you again?”
Good question. “Probably,” he hedged. “It’s a small town after all and this is by far the best food I’ve had since I got here.”
“Happy to hear it,” she said. “Take care of yourself, detective.”
“Elliot,” he said, figuring that they were bound to get to know one another before long. Especially if he and Adrien ever found each other again. “Please.”
“Stay safe, Elliot,” she said, walking away from his table. “And have a good night.”
“Thanks,” he said, looking at the bill. “Huh. Son of a bitch.”
A smile crept onto his face. Bella hadn’t charged him a dime for his meal but she had scrawled a note across the bottom of the receipt. His grin grew as he read her words.
Dad says dinner’s on him. But I say try again on Tuesday. Adrien should be home then.
Stunned by her candor, Elliot decided it was time to take destiny into his own hands. Pulling out his wallet, he extracted what he assumed would be an appropriate tip. On top of the bills, he added a business card containing his name, cell number and email. Hopefully, Bella – and later, Adrien – would get the hint. But maybe not, either. Having second thoughts, he flipped the leather folder open and turned over his business card. Elliot scratched two words onto the back in blue ink – call me – and closed it again.
As he left the restaurant, Elliot wondered if he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life. Whatever the outcome, it was too late to take it back now.
Continues here.
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Date: 2017-03-12 02:31 pm (UTC)Five says the suspense is killing him...lol
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Date: 2017-03-12 04:06 pm (UTC)*tosses some YogiDrops Five's way to distract him*
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Date: 2017-03-12 11:50 pm (UTC)*rabbit runs off with food before anyone could get a bite*
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Date: 2017-03-13 01:11 am (UTC)Works every time. Bunnies love those dumb yogurt drops.
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Date: 2017-03-15 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-15 08:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-15 08:57 pm (UTC)*sigh*
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Date: 2017-03-15 09:21 pm (UTC)One of my guys once - and he WAS a native English speaker - wrote that he put concrete steaks into the ground. I was like... what kind of lousy cook is your wife, Dave?
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Date: 2017-03-17 12:26 pm (UTC)And then I have another one who cannot spell so gives us "lights-n-plate" for licence plate light.
Have I mentioned what a hellish week it's been? HI HOWAREYA?
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Date: 2017-03-20 08:30 pm (UTC)I don't think any of our guys can spell. I'm like that LOOKS like it should be a coupling but...
Has this week been any better? I know last week wasn't any fun for either of us.
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Date: 2017-03-21 08:51 pm (UTC)Boss is off on vaca. Yesterday and this am rough trying to get things done before he left. Tomorrow will be rough with shit that we didn't get done, but thurs and friday will be good.
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Date: 2017-03-21 09:43 pm (UTC)Yay! Good luck getting caught up and looking forward to an easier end o the weekend. :D What my week holds is still up in the air. Tomorrow is payroll and after that, no clue.
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Date: 2018-01-17 03:21 am (UTC)Now, how do we get these two back together ....? :)
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Date: 2018-01-17 07:35 pm (UTC)Hah, all in due time!