The carnival was actually a lot more fun than I had expected. Sure, I had went into it with a fairly open mind and everything, but I was still expecting to at least be a little bit bored by the end of the night. I really wasn't, though. Lindsey even convinced me to eat a hot dog, and tried and failed to not smirk and chuckle while I did so. Some ( Read more... )

Roy was more than glad to have someone come over for dinner. I think that he just likes having us around more than anything else, though. I'm amazed that he liked me at all, considering I came from Wolfram & Hart with the intent on taking Lindsey back with me. Of course, that's all changed now. Maybe that's the part that he likes about me ( Read more... )

The night had gone wonderfully. Lindsey and I literally danced the night away. A good bit of alcohol was involved in the dancing as well. I actually can't remember the last time I had so much fun. Of course, things start to get a little hazy around one in the morning or so. Alcohol has the bad habit of doing that as well. The last thing I remember ( Read more... )

After dinner at Roy's, Lindsey drove me home. It seemed to have went OK enough. I couldn't help but give lawyer like answers at times; it's just become second nature to me at this point. I don't usually have to talk much about myself, or I can usually get out of it when someone does ask me something about my past. Lindsey knows a lot about it, but ( Read more... )

You would think that he drank a freaking keg for how long he was sleeping in. I had already woken up, folded up the blankets that I had used, and had straightened myself up and he still wasn't down yet! If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he was avoiding me up there. However, I can still hear the snoring. He sounds like he is literally trying ( Read more... )

The news around this little town was that Lindsey's little girlfriend had left him. I can't exactly say that I am surprised, since it was really never meant to last. He still needs to return to LA with me, and I'm getting sick and tired of him dragging his feet over his supposed 'life' here in this little mound of dirt. Now, without little miss ( Read more... )

When I first walked into the bar, I was afraid to touch anything. With such a clever name as 'Rick's,' it could only be a low class establishment. I was expecting low; I was not expecting 'hasn't been cleaned since the end of the Victorian Era.' Lindsey must be insane to like a place like this. I ordered myself a drink, but then had to force myself ( Read more... )