Both Richard and Door are in a booth near the back of the Bar. Door is with her Poli-Sci textbook again and Richard is watching with some interest. Her head is rested on his lap and she's holding the book above her, feet sticking out of the booth with the usual fluffy pink slippers ( Read more... )

Today is another lazy morning for Richard, largely because of some activity last night. It's a frequent sight to see him propped up on the couch with a tea in one hand ... the only difference is that he's still reading one of those Shakespeare books. It's a little more unusual ( Read more... )

Flowers madness and polar bear rug
Here's the water, just ankle deep high
Lay back relax and look up at the sky.

Ophelia is upside down, sitting at one of the couches... or rather, her legs are hooked over the back of one of the couches as she nibbles on a cookie and reads from her text.

Cut the stem and you'll see how you feel ( Read more... )

"You can't go out like that. Your father would kill me."

"Nonsense, Uncle Ray," she says as she turns back around to smile at him. "I'll be all right."

"All right! Put on a coat at least, please?"She sighs and shakes her head ( Read more... )

As expected, Richard is downstairs on a couch with a rather large book of what appears to be sonnets by Shakespeare. This has everything and nothing to do with the young woman he spoke to last night.

What? A young man can't be interested in Shakespeare without an alterior motive? Preposterous.

Despite the look of intense concentration (no, ( Read more... )

Richard wanders downstairs barefoot and flops on a nearby couch, fiddling with the collar of his shirt for a moment before suddenly changing his mind and sliding up to get a hot cup of tea ( Read more... )