The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

When JD had awoke something had been different. Again ( Read more... )

Lisey gets up, brushing off the snow that had stuck to her knees as she'd knelt to check the mulled wine and cider. The fire seems to be keeping it at a good temperature, and she's satisfied that they'll have enough hot drinks to warm up their guests after a few rounds on the frozen pool - that is, assuming that anybody turns out. But it's a lovely ( Read more... )

Every winter as a kid JD had tried to build a house made out of snow, and every winter he'd had the walls knocked in by either his brother, the jocks at school, or Turk. Every winter he sighed and said he'd try again after the next big snowfall, but something would come up and he'd either forget or find something better to do. It had become a ( Read more... )

Elliot had been on the island a year. A whole fricking year. And what did she have to show for it?

A seriously awesome tan cannot make up for the severe lack of sex, babies, and a life in general, she thought miserably to herself. Besides, if this weather keeps up, my tan is gonna be just another footnote in the History of Elliot Reid's Failures ( Read more... )

Kirk was lyin' in wait. A predator. A stone-cold motherfuckin' bonafide war dawg, one with the land, one with the prey, one with the snow tricklin' down his ass crack. He was buried in the shit - only thing visible his eyes, watchin' the boardwalk he was concealed next to, waitin' for his chance to pounce ( Read more... )

Though Jim would never admit it, waking up to snow the day before had been a welcome sight. After years living in an island setting, the charm of it always being warm was lost. It wasn't really special when it was the same thing all the time. He almost missed the change of seasons now, and this month was the closest to that ( Read more... )

When there was so little to do at home that J.D. started yawning before mid-morning, it meant he either had to go back to bed or find something better to do. He'd done the go back to bed thing already twice in the last week, and so decided that it would be more worth his while to find something to entertain him. He couldn't expect Elliot to keep ( Read more... )

After Jo's bet with J.D. and a biscuity bribe, Jo takes George Weasley to see J.D. to prove that 21 year olds can have forehead wrinkles too.

Although shocked at meeting a Weasley, J.D. attempts to eat a cardboard hat with barbecue sauce, but Jo stops him.

Dated to the 7th October