Draped up and dripped out.
I imagine I'm being unnecessarily cavalier in the face of danger, but I'm pretty sure by the time Irene kisses CT, she's going to be nothing more than a glorified thunderstorm with pretty skies. Duly deprived of worry, I got some work done on the bar-in-space short and might put it on the workshop later tonight after knocking down some crits. In the meantime, I've a Russian novel to read.