Kink!Ficlet: THEOBROMA CACAO: Something About the Cherries, NC17, G/Wes/S/E
This was written for lostgirlslair's request for G/S/E/W involving leftover bandcandy. Hope this works! ;^) Not my best work *sigh,* but I was trying to keep it short. It still made over 2200 words though! And THANK YOU lawyergirl15 FOR THE WONDERFUL LAST MINUTE BETA! *hug*
Written as part of my Kink!Ficlets…complete list can be found here.
THEOBROMA CACAO: Something About the Cherries… written for lostgirlslair
AUTHOR: PhenDog
AUTHOR E-MAIL: PhenDog@gmail.com
RATING: NC-17 (Kink!Fic, duh!)
SUMMARY: CERESIA CACAO BRAND CORDIALS-Decadant taste sensations-delicate layers of rich dark and creamy milk “band candy” style chocolate wrapped around ripe, candied cherries and filled with a creamy vanilla, pheremone-laden fondant with just a hint of chaos. Yes, indeed, when you’re feeling the need to walk on the wild side or set the mood with that special someone, there’s just something about our cherries…
PAIRING: G/Wes/S/E, late BtVS season 4
DISCLAIMER: They aren’t mine, but Joss? If you let me play with them, I can pay you in fic! ;^)
WARNINGS: Fourgy, Chocolate!kink, Spellsex
A/N: For anyone who cares, “Theobroma Cacao” is the Latin designation for chocolate. It translates directly as “fruit of the Gods” ;^)
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It had been nice.
Giles hadn’t been particularly looking forward to Wesley’s visit when the man had told him he needed to come visit him in Sunnydale and consult him on something that he had hoped Giles could shed some light on. They hadn’t talked much after their parting following graduation, after all, but he found himself amazed at how much Wesley had changed, and found himself enjoying the man’s company even moreso. They’d managed to find the problem in the translation quickly and then fell into easy conversation. It was nice to have someone who understood-with whom he could talk about the ancient texts, compare battles with various demons, and even swap stories about their homeland and the Council.
“-Good Lord, yes! And you say Ferrington found it?”
Wesley chuckled heartily, “Yes, you’d think he’d have had the decency to shuffle off the mortal coil a while ago, wouldn’t you? Still, the look on his face when he saw that frog was utterly priceless!”
Giles struggled mightily and finally managed to control the fits of what could only be described as giggles that the ex-Watcher’s tale had evoked. Trying with difficulty to find a way to keep from relapsing, he noticed his cup and saw Wesley’s was empty as well.
“More tea?” he asked. It was just beginning to be dark outside, and really Wesley should have been heading back to his hotel, but Giles wasn’t eager to part company just yet.
Wesley nodded. “Yes. And then you’ll have to tell me about that incident with Terry. They still talked about that trick of yours with the sword when I went through the academy. I’d love to hear it from you!”
Giles stood and gathered up the cups and the plate that now contained only crumbs. “Certainly.”
Wesley stood as well, and followed, watching him though the cutout that looked in on the kitchen. “I, uh, don’t suppose you have more of those little biscuits as well?” he asked so hopefully, the older man almost regretted having to say ‘no.’
Then Giles found his eyes falling on the rather large box with its shiny metallic red packaging. “I do have some cherry cordials, though, if you don’t mind something a bit sweeter? They were a gift, I’m afraid.”
Wesley cocked an eyebrow and smiled as he leaned against the counter. “Secret admirer?”
“Not unless you find an account with Sunnydale Credit Union to be romantic,” he snorted. “Apparently, I’m a ‘valued customer.’” He pointed to the silver sticker with the bank’s logo pasted to the top of the box that proclaimed ‘A Free Gift for our Valued Customers.’ Of course he had no way of knowing the label had been pried off a cheap calendar just hours before the box of candies had been delivered with the rest of his mail, or of knowing this particular box was the only one of its kind, prepared just especially for Rupert Giles by one Ethan Rayne.
“Ah, well then, no one ever accused me of turning down an offer of free chocolate!” Wesley grinned, the look of excitement as he began to peal off the paper and open the box making Giles smile in return, before having to attend to the whistling kettle.
*****
Ethan grinned as he felt the tingle that told him the box was being opened-but then Ripper always had liked the cordials best. Surely he’d be preparing to gorge himself on them in order to comfort himself from yet another snub by that pretty little Slayer of his. Based on what the man had told him the last time he’d been in town, the probability of that was high, and, knowing Ripper, he’d be sitting down to a lonely glass of scotch right now.
No, it hadn’t taken long at all to shrug off the Initiative’s grasp, and even less time to find his way back to Sunnydale. This time he wouldn’t be content merely to remind Ripper of the good old days, though. This time Ethan was determined to have Ripper to himself, and he had a plan to accomplish exactly that.
Certainly, it didn’t hurt that he’d had a bit of that chocolate remaining from the mayor’s band fundraiser, or that he’d found a way to mix a powerful aphrodisiac into the vanilla fondant that would have his old friend horny as hell and ready to fuck the first moving thing he saw…
*****
Wesley found himself genuinely enjoying the other Watcher’s story, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. They were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, but he kept finding himself wanting to edge closer. His eyes deceitfully refused to stop tracing the line of Giles’ mouth or trying to imagine the lines of his body beneath the baggy sweater. Worse than that, he could tell he was half-aroused physically, and it was getting difficult to find a position that would both hide the fact and be comfortable. Logically, his brain was protesting that the attraction was wrong, disgusting even, but logic was quickly being over ridden by sheer lustful desire. He reached for another chocolate-his third.
Inwardly, Giles was berating himself. He’d always thought Wesley attractive physically, even if his personality had left something to be desired when they’d first met. Still, that was no explanation for why he suddenly found himself as horny as any teenager and mentally imagining all the things he’d like to do to the man. Surely he had more self-control than that? He watched as Wesley bit into another of the cordials, a look of joy spreading across his face as the sweet candy broke in his mouth, and a trace of the liquid center dribbled down past his lips. Then Wesley’s tongue swept out to catch the drop.
“And Wesley, I…I, just…” Giles trailed off, no longer remembering what he was going to say, as his mind now turned fully to the man in front of him. Not even thinking, he found himself moving closer to the other man and falling into silence. Then, Wesley raised a tentative hand to brush his cheek, and he was lost entirely.
Wesley leaned in close, tasting those soft lips and the candy sweetness on both their tongues. Hungrily, he increased his efforts, hoping for more. Still, he was nearly startled out of his skin when a hand found its way to his thigh, mere inches from his aching groin. When his eyes sprang open, they met an intense green gaze.
“I want to fuck you, Wesley.”
Wesley closed his eyes and tried hard to control his racing heart, as aching desire flooded out all other reason. “Oh, Mr. Giles, I wish you would.”
*****
Ethan was running out of curses as he watched the cab finally drive off. With all the trouble of flagging it down in the first place, and then the driver’s incredible incompetence, he’d have been better off walking.
A quick spell to check on Ripper indicated the man was still in his apartment though, and the virtual waves of lust and passion that he sensed made him moan. Lord, he’d be lucky if Ripper wasn’t already shagging the furniture!
He reached the door and debated with himself whether it’d be a good idea to knock. Then he shrugged. All things considered, Ripper was far more likely to be angry with him about other things later to bother berating him for ignoring courtesy.
“Ripper! I’m here, love!” he announced as he flung open the ornate oak door, fully expecting to be immediately attacked and shagged within an inch of his life and looking forward to it.
All things considered, the scene that met his eyes was enough to make him wish he had knocked.
Ripper was randy, alright, but he certainly hadn’t waited to scratch the itch. There was a look of intense concentration on the face of his old friend, almost certainly a result of the fact that he was on his knees and busily ramming his cock into a second man who was on all fours in front of him. Ripper’s hands were on the younger man’s hips guiding him in an enthusiastic rhythm that suggested he was enjoying it a great deal. The fact that he was yelling “God, Wes!” was probably a testament to that fact as well.
The other man seemed to be having a rather good time himself. He was sporting an obviously painful erection, hanging hard and swaying with every thrust. And not only was the bloody bastard lucky enough to get Ripper’s cock, but he was getting to double dip-his lips were happily engaged sucking on the penis of a yet another man, eyes closed in bliss as he bucked between both his partners.
Ethan furrowed his brow as he realized the third man looked vaguely familiar-gelled blond hair and a hard body that looked as if it had been sculpted of marble. The blond was kneeling as drove into ‘Wes’s mouth hard, keeping his hand firmly in the man’s hair. Ethan watched as the lucky recipient of such a fantastic blowjob shouted “Oh Fuck!” and came.
Ethan felt a surge of jealousy. This…this should have been his, damn it! He should be the one being buggered senseless! Who were these people? Ripper had been complaining about the lack of companionship, and yet it seemed that wasn’t a problem at the moment. And yet…and yet, he couldn’t help the fact that his lips were curving into a smile at the sight. It was so very like orgies with Eyghon and the gang from twenty years ago. Now, if he could only insert himself in the picture…preferably directly between Ripper’s cock and the delicious ass of the pale Billy Idol look-alike.
Just as the thought was occurring to him, one of the group seemed to notice him for the first time. The blond’s piercing blue eyes caught his. Ethan felt himself blush, but refused to look away, as the man, recovered from his recent orgasm, stood up, cock dangling as ‘Wes’ was forced to release it and whimpered at the loss of his prize.
“Ethan, right? You responsible for this?” He waved at the duo who were still hard at work, as he swaggered toward him, enjoying the other man’s slight discomfort at the scene. “Might want to shut that door, by the way.”
“Yes,” Ethan answered slowly, still trying to place the man, as he followed the suggestion and heard the latch click behind him. “Though I must say, I was rather expecting Ripper to be alone. This is a bit of a, uh, a surprise.”
The other grinned, and playfully ran a hand along the royal blue lapel of Ethan’s dress shirt. “I bet. Shouldn’t leave your fuck toys lying around like that, though. Someone’s bound to come along and play. It’s the chocolate isn’t it? I remember Giles saying something about you doing something like that once, and the Watchers have been wolfing it down anytime they can stop buggering each other long enough.” Those nimble fingers managed a button on the sorcerer’s shirt, and Ethan slapped the hand away as he made the connection.
“Spike? Isn’t that your name?” he asked, ignoring the question. “You were there during the last time Ripper and I, uh, happened to run into each other.” Peering over Spike’s shoulder, he watched in envy as Ripper finally came, riding the other man harder than ever as he tried to draw it out.
Spike nodded, oblivious to the scene behind him. “Shoulda known those military brats couldn’t hold a magic worker.” He rolled his eyes. “Hell, they barely believe in the bloody Slayer, and their top pretty boy is dating her.”
“But you’re a vampire, aren’t you? The chocolate shouldn’t be affecting you…” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow at Spike’s hands which had nearly undone Ethan’s shirt and were just now tugging it out of its tuck. Still, he wasn’t about to stop him.
“It isn’t, mate. I just lucked out as all. Walked in on the two lover boys as Wes there was licking one of your little cherries out of...well, let’s just say they’re creative where they stick those things,” he winked. “Thought I was about to get staked, but they just yelled at me to toss them some lube. Figured I might as well join in since they were so accommodating and all.”
Ethan noticed Ripper had pulled out now and rolled the other man on his back. As he looked on, bipper bit off the top of another of the drugged candies and was began drizzling the syrup all over Wes’s chest as he fed him the cherry and kept the chocolate for himself.
“How very…opportunistic of you, I’m sure.” Ethan couldn’t help the leer. Damn it. Sex with a vampire and this other stranger, who probably wouldn’t appreciate it when it was all over either. Ripper really was going to kill him when he came out of it.
“No need to get snippy.” Spike found the zipper on the sorcerer’s trousers and yanked it down.
Ethan sighed as he watched Ripper lap up the rest of the creamy filling from Wes’s body and move down to the man’s erection as the younger man bucked and groaned at the attention. “Bloody hell. I’m a dead man after tonight, I suppose you know.”
“Join us, then. Have a good shag on your last night. I’m sure you rather intended on getting one anyway, no? And I rather doubt we’d mind.” Ethan groaned when the vampire’s hands found his erection and he pulled away to have a minute to think.
Ethan looked at the scene thoughtfully and finally grinned. He’d mean to have Ripper to himself, but who was he to complain about three for the price of one?
“Here, don’t think about it, just have a chocolate,” the vampire offered as he led Ethan to the couch, plucked one of the few remaining cherry cordials from the somewhat crushed box and held it out on his hand.
Ethan shrugged. The vampire had a point. May as well make a good night of it. He just had to make sure he was gone before they all woke up in the morning. “Sure. Why not?”
Written as part of my Kink!Ficlets…complete list can be found here.
THEOBROMA CACAO: Something About the Cherries… written for lostgirlslair
AUTHOR: PhenDog
AUTHOR E-MAIL: PhenDog@gmail.com
RATING: NC-17 (Kink!Fic, duh!)
SUMMARY: CERESIA CACAO BRAND CORDIALS-Decadant taste sensations-delicate layers of rich dark and creamy milk “band candy” style chocolate wrapped around ripe, candied cherries and filled with a creamy vanilla, pheremone-laden fondant with just a hint of chaos. Yes, indeed, when you’re feeling the need to walk on the wild side or set the mood with that special someone, there’s just something about our cherries…
PAIRING: G/Wes/S/E, late BtVS season 4
DISCLAIMER: They aren’t mine, but Joss? If you let me play with them, I can pay you in fic! ;^)
WARNINGS: Fourgy, Chocolate!kink, Spellsex
A/N: For anyone who cares, “Theobroma Cacao” is the Latin designation for chocolate. It translates directly as “fruit of the Gods” ;^)
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It had been nice.
Giles hadn’t been particularly looking forward to Wesley’s visit when the man had told him he needed to come visit him in Sunnydale and consult him on something that he had hoped Giles could shed some light on. They hadn’t talked much after their parting following graduation, after all, but he found himself amazed at how much Wesley had changed, and found himself enjoying the man’s company even moreso. They’d managed to find the problem in the translation quickly and then fell into easy conversation. It was nice to have someone who understood-with whom he could talk about the ancient texts, compare battles with various demons, and even swap stories about their homeland and the Council.
“-Good Lord, yes! And you say Ferrington found it?”
Wesley chuckled heartily, “Yes, you’d think he’d have had the decency to shuffle off the mortal coil a while ago, wouldn’t you? Still, the look on his face when he saw that frog was utterly priceless!”
Giles struggled mightily and finally managed to control the fits of what could only be described as giggles that the ex-Watcher’s tale had evoked. Trying with difficulty to find a way to keep from relapsing, he noticed his cup and saw Wesley’s was empty as well.
“More tea?” he asked. It was just beginning to be dark outside, and really Wesley should have been heading back to his hotel, but Giles wasn’t eager to part company just yet.
Wesley nodded. “Yes. And then you’ll have to tell me about that incident with Terry. They still talked about that trick of yours with the sword when I went through the academy. I’d love to hear it from you!”
Giles stood and gathered up the cups and the plate that now contained only crumbs. “Certainly.”
Wesley stood as well, and followed, watching him though the cutout that looked in on the kitchen. “I, uh, don’t suppose you have more of those little biscuits as well?” he asked so hopefully, the older man almost regretted having to say ‘no.’
Then Giles found his eyes falling on the rather large box with its shiny metallic red packaging. “I do have some cherry cordials, though, if you don’t mind something a bit sweeter? They were a gift, I’m afraid.”
Wesley cocked an eyebrow and smiled as he leaned against the counter. “Secret admirer?”
“Not unless you find an account with Sunnydale Credit Union to be romantic,” he snorted. “Apparently, I’m a ‘valued customer.’” He pointed to the silver sticker with the bank’s logo pasted to the top of the box that proclaimed ‘A Free Gift for our Valued Customers.’ Of course he had no way of knowing the label had been pried off a cheap calendar just hours before the box of candies had been delivered with the rest of his mail, or of knowing this particular box was the only one of its kind, prepared just especially for Rupert Giles by one Ethan Rayne.
“Ah, well then, no one ever accused me of turning down an offer of free chocolate!” Wesley grinned, the look of excitement as he began to peal off the paper and open the box making Giles smile in return, before having to attend to the whistling kettle.
*****
Ethan grinned as he felt the tingle that told him the box was being opened-but then Ripper always had liked the cordials best. Surely he’d be preparing to gorge himself on them in order to comfort himself from yet another snub by that pretty little Slayer of his. Based on what the man had told him the last time he’d been in town, the probability of that was high, and, knowing Ripper, he’d be sitting down to a lonely glass of scotch right now.
No, it hadn’t taken long at all to shrug off the Initiative’s grasp, and even less time to find his way back to Sunnydale. This time he wouldn’t be content merely to remind Ripper of the good old days, though. This time Ethan was determined to have Ripper to himself, and he had a plan to accomplish exactly that.
Certainly, it didn’t hurt that he’d had a bit of that chocolate remaining from the mayor’s band fundraiser, or that he’d found a way to mix a powerful aphrodisiac into the vanilla fondant that would have his old friend horny as hell and ready to fuck the first moving thing he saw…
*****
Wesley found himself genuinely enjoying the other Watcher’s story, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. They were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, but he kept finding himself wanting to edge closer. His eyes deceitfully refused to stop tracing the line of Giles’ mouth or trying to imagine the lines of his body beneath the baggy sweater. Worse than that, he could tell he was half-aroused physically, and it was getting difficult to find a position that would both hide the fact and be comfortable. Logically, his brain was protesting that the attraction was wrong, disgusting even, but logic was quickly being over ridden by sheer lustful desire. He reached for another chocolate-his third.
Inwardly, Giles was berating himself. He’d always thought Wesley attractive physically, even if his personality had left something to be desired when they’d first met. Still, that was no explanation for why he suddenly found himself as horny as any teenager and mentally imagining all the things he’d like to do to the man. Surely he had more self-control than that? He watched as Wesley bit into another of the cordials, a look of joy spreading across his face as the sweet candy broke in his mouth, and a trace of the liquid center dribbled down past his lips. Then Wesley’s tongue swept out to catch the drop.
“And Wesley, I…I, just…” Giles trailed off, no longer remembering what he was going to say, as his mind now turned fully to the man in front of him. Not even thinking, he found himself moving closer to the other man and falling into silence. Then, Wesley raised a tentative hand to brush his cheek, and he was lost entirely.
Wesley leaned in close, tasting those soft lips and the candy sweetness on both their tongues. Hungrily, he increased his efforts, hoping for more. Still, he was nearly startled out of his skin when a hand found its way to his thigh, mere inches from his aching groin. When his eyes sprang open, they met an intense green gaze.
“I want to fuck you, Wesley.”
Wesley closed his eyes and tried hard to control his racing heart, as aching desire flooded out all other reason. “Oh, Mr. Giles, I wish you would.”
*****
Ethan was running out of curses as he watched the cab finally drive off. With all the trouble of flagging it down in the first place, and then the driver’s incredible incompetence, he’d have been better off walking.
A quick spell to check on Ripper indicated the man was still in his apartment though, and the virtual waves of lust and passion that he sensed made him moan. Lord, he’d be lucky if Ripper wasn’t already shagging the furniture!
He reached the door and debated with himself whether it’d be a good idea to knock. Then he shrugged. All things considered, Ripper was far more likely to be angry with him about other things later to bother berating him for ignoring courtesy.
“Ripper! I’m here, love!” he announced as he flung open the ornate oak door, fully expecting to be immediately attacked and shagged within an inch of his life and looking forward to it.
All things considered, the scene that met his eyes was enough to make him wish he had knocked.
Ripper was randy, alright, but he certainly hadn’t waited to scratch the itch. There was a look of intense concentration on the face of his old friend, almost certainly a result of the fact that he was on his knees and busily ramming his cock into a second man who was on all fours in front of him. Ripper’s hands were on the younger man’s hips guiding him in an enthusiastic rhythm that suggested he was enjoying it a great deal. The fact that he was yelling “God, Wes!” was probably a testament to that fact as well.
The other man seemed to be having a rather good time himself. He was sporting an obviously painful erection, hanging hard and swaying with every thrust. And not only was the bloody bastard lucky enough to get Ripper’s cock, but he was getting to double dip-his lips were happily engaged sucking on the penis of a yet another man, eyes closed in bliss as he bucked between both his partners.
Ethan furrowed his brow as he realized the third man looked vaguely familiar-gelled blond hair and a hard body that looked as if it had been sculpted of marble. The blond was kneeling as drove into ‘Wes’s mouth hard, keeping his hand firmly in the man’s hair. Ethan watched as the lucky recipient of such a fantastic blowjob shouted “Oh Fuck!” and came.
Ethan felt a surge of jealousy. This…this should have been his, damn it! He should be the one being buggered senseless! Who were these people? Ripper had been complaining about the lack of companionship, and yet it seemed that wasn’t a problem at the moment. And yet…and yet, he couldn’t help the fact that his lips were curving into a smile at the sight. It was so very like orgies with Eyghon and the gang from twenty years ago. Now, if he could only insert himself in the picture…preferably directly between Ripper’s cock and the delicious ass of the pale Billy Idol look-alike.
Just as the thought was occurring to him, one of the group seemed to notice him for the first time. The blond’s piercing blue eyes caught his. Ethan felt himself blush, but refused to look away, as the man, recovered from his recent orgasm, stood up, cock dangling as ‘Wes’ was forced to release it and whimpered at the loss of his prize.
“Ethan, right? You responsible for this?” He waved at the duo who were still hard at work, as he swaggered toward him, enjoying the other man’s slight discomfort at the scene. “Might want to shut that door, by the way.”
“Yes,” Ethan answered slowly, still trying to place the man, as he followed the suggestion and heard the latch click behind him. “Though I must say, I was rather expecting Ripper to be alone. This is a bit of a, uh, a surprise.”
The other grinned, and playfully ran a hand along the royal blue lapel of Ethan’s dress shirt. “I bet. Shouldn’t leave your fuck toys lying around like that, though. Someone’s bound to come along and play. It’s the chocolate isn’t it? I remember Giles saying something about you doing something like that once, and the Watchers have been wolfing it down anytime they can stop buggering each other long enough.” Those nimble fingers managed a button on the sorcerer’s shirt, and Ethan slapped the hand away as he made the connection.
“Spike? Isn’t that your name?” he asked, ignoring the question. “You were there during the last time Ripper and I, uh, happened to run into each other.” Peering over Spike’s shoulder, he watched in envy as Ripper finally came, riding the other man harder than ever as he tried to draw it out.
Spike nodded, oblivious to the scene behind him. “Shoulda known those military brats couldn’t hold a magic worker.” He rolled his eyes. “Hell, they barely believe in the bloody Slayer, and their top pretty boy is dating her.”
“But you’re a vampire, aren’t you? The chocolate shouldn’t be affecting you…” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow at Spike’s hands which had nearly undone Ethan’s shirt and were just now tugging it out of its tuck. Still, he wasn’t about to stop him.
“It isn’t, mate. I just lucked out as all. Walked in on the two lover boys as Wes there was licking one of your little cherries out of...well, let’s just say they’re creative where they stick those things,” he winked. “Thought I was about to get staked, but they just yelled at me to toss them some lube. Figured I might as well join in since they were so accommodating and all.”
Ethan noticed Ripper had pulled out now and rolled the other man on his back. As he looked on, bipper bit off the top of another of the drugged candies and was began drizzling the syrup all over Wes’s chest as he fed him the cherry and kept the chocolate for himself.
“How very…opportunistic of you, I’m sure.” Ethan couldn’t help the leer. Damn it. Sex with a vampire and this other stranger, who probably wouldn’t appreciate it when it was all over either. Ripper really was going to kill him when he came out of it.
“No need to get snippy.” Spike found the zipper on the sorcerer’s trousers and yanked it down.
Ethan sighed as he watched Ripper lap up the rest of the creamy filling from Wes’s body and move down to the man’s erection as the younger man bucked and groaned at the attention. “Bloody hell. I’m a dead man after tonight, I suppose you know.”
“Join us, then. Have a good shag on your last night. I’m sure you rather intended on getting one anyway, no? And I rather doubt we’d mind.” Ethan groaned when the vampire’s hands found his erection and he pulled away to have a minute to think.
Ethan looked at the scene thoughtfully and finally grinned. He’d mean to have Ripper to himself, but who was he to complain about three for the price of one?
“Here, don’t think about it, just have a chocolate,” the vampire offered as he led Ethan to the couch, plucked one of the few remaining cherry cordials from the somewhat crushed box and held it out on his hand.
Ethan shrugged. The vampire had a point. May as well make a good night of it. He just had to make sure he was gone before they all woke up in the morning. “Sure. Why not?”