I'm tired, yo.
I spent New Year's Eve with P and four strange women in Boston at P's apartment. We mostly just sat around his kitchen table and shot the shit, but it was fun. We were all, I think, too tired and mellow-feeling to try to party in any serious way. In fact, we were all zombies by 11 pm, though we did stay up to the bitter end. Then I slept on the floor in his living room, which is why I'm so dead right now even though we didn't all get up until after 10.
Good times.
It's after the reveal, so I can now say that I wrote Blade Runner fic for
yuletide. It's NC-17 het, yo, which doesn't happen often.
Pride Goeth Before, Roy/Prue, set before the movie. (It could've used a beta, for certain, which I guess teaches me the dangers of last-minute-ness... but it worked out more or less how I intended.)