Dec 01, 2004 14:31
I was too wired to bother changing into anything more casual for the informal meeting of myself and my inner circle, and I was planning on going out later anyway. I had some business concerning my favorite little group of human popsicles to attend to. So I simply removed my dark gray suit jacket and loosened my tie, running a hand through my thick, dark brown hair that remained unruly no matter how many stylists attempted to tame it.
Looking into the mirror to my left, I noted that I had a slightly wild look in my eyes and made a concentrated effort to remove it. Visible emotion on one's face was never a good thing. It left you vulnerable. With Andrew I could have cared less, but the others were coming as well. Of course, I considered them friends as well as allies and/or employees, so it wasn't such a big deal.
That thought manifested, I allowed a wicked smile to cross my face. The day had been positively orgasmic. And it was only going to get better from here.
I sat down on mine and Andrew's bed, cross-legged in a rather informal position as I waited for my friends. There were precious few who ever got to see me this way, and what made them my inner circle was that they recognized this. I loved them all, in my own mildly unconventional way.
(open to Faith, Amanda, and Andrew)