All I could do was turn the lights on.  Everyone was screaming and bleeding and... I turned the lights on.

I hurt.  All over.

Fuck me, but I'm useless.  I never, ever, want something like this to happen again.

=NYC= The Sanctuary - McLaughlin Alley - Greenwich Village
Accessible through one of the nondescript doorways from the filthy, ( Read more... )

Undoubtedly one of the finest jazz clubs to be found in the southern sectors of Manhattan, and most definitely in Greenwich, Sweet Basil has seen the faces of some of the greatest jazz legends to cross the planet in its time. A relatively down-home charm manner of club, low-key and looking as though it belongs more in New Orleans than New York, ( Read more... )

It's a few minutes before 8 o'clock on this Friday evening. Jonah, dressed in a well-tailored suit, all dark except for a silver tie (Although most of his wear is covered by the long wool coat he wears at the moment), steps up to Lucy's door and gives it a light-hearted, almost musical rap.

"Crap!" Lucy hurriedly slides her other dangling bronze ( Read more... )

Jonah sent me roses.  They were a day late, yes, but still.  A bouquet of pink and white roses on my doorstep this morning.

I'm a mess over him.

Also I have a bit of a hangover.  Only one cure for that, although I think we're out of beer.

(An email, written entirely in Cyrillic letters))

FROM: ilmwarren@hotmail.com
TO: sergey24@gmail.com
SUBJECT: ( Read more... )

I have a client!

Like most nights of the weeks, Bad Ass Coffee is somewhere between packed and only slightly less so.  Sitting against the far wall, one booted foot brought up beneath her on the chair, Lucy watches the door vaguely as patrons come and go, nursing a very large cup of coffee.  After a moment, she unwinds the scarf from her neck and ( Read more... )

(Tuesday, Feb. 13th.)

Julio Esteban Richter is no fashion plate. The teenager is clad in well-worn jeans, scuffed black sneakers, and a dark green winter coat lined with gray polar fleece. Effective, yes. Worthy of photographs, most likely not. Someone you'd expect to see clothes shopping on a Tuesday afternoon after class? No. But Julio pushes his ( Read more... )

I am the most ridiculous romantic ever.  I must stop reading Jane Austen; this romanticism is really going to be a problem.  I'll be asking him to balls and fainting away on garden walks next.

...I really like him.  But I hardly know him; we haven't even been out on a date yet.  Hopefully things don't go all to shit on Friday.

Other than that, I ( Read more... )

I can't believe I did that today. I mean, it was a relief, a weight off of my shoulders, but I cannot believe I actually did it.  On the plus side...Kathryn's like me.  She's, well, the first I've met.  I don't know what she does, but it's a relief to know that--that they're human.  That sounds so strange.  Of course they're human.  I'm human.  ( Read more... )