So Mike and I went out to dinner at this place called the Yard House. More expensive than we thought it was going to be, but oh my God, worth it. I had a fantastic martini that involved a lot of very sweet things, and definitely involved Blue Curacao, and was totally delicious. Also, noodles in a garlic sauce with lobster, shrimp, and crab. Yes, please. I love seafood, and oh, God, so good. *prrrrs* Want more.
We went back to his place and curled up to read for a while, which involved him reading Manuals of Exalted Power: the Abyssals and me reading The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes. Contest in the Hellfire Club, yes. Also, hi, John Constantine, you are way more awesome when not being played by Keanu Reeves. ♥
The Key West AU is nibbling at my brains again. So is the Leo/Kefka descent-into-madness fic, with its attendant fifty billion words of meta on Magi-Tek infusion.
But really, what's eating my head in a big bad way, is Seifer/Shinjiro. I threw a prompt at
laylah on a whim involving the two of them up against a wall, and the result is pretty much awesome cakes with awesome sauce and I think I have a new crack OTP. To go with Seifer/Irvine and Seifer/Kain. I think I see a trend...
But I think first I might write the poker night that I've been working on for months, which may or may not involve Balthier, Reddas, Luxord, Jack Sparrow, and a "nice, friendly game." Because, unf, so much hot. ♥
tired kitty needs sleepins.