It's a quiet morning in the diner, and the hash browns and eggs were really good this morning. Martha is on her break, and she's gone to get us coffee and pastries. Gives me a moment to think about some news I got earlier. Apparently, my Mun just retired me from TM. Hope she realises I'm not going anywhere ( Read more... )

Russell yawned as he stretched lazily, and snuggled up behind Beregond, still dead to the world. His eyes opened a little, and the first thing he saw was the angry bruise on his lover's neck. With a sharp intake of breath, the previous night's events came flooding back ( Read more... )

If I could live anywhere I wanted ( Read more... )

Hmmm, don't know whether it would be best done as a comedy/drama, or a musical! There's certainly enough about my life to make people laugh. Life on the road could be hard sometimes, but it sure was a crazy ride. Although a musical would be fun, but maybe a little over the top ( Read more... )

Russell set the grocery bags down on the counter, and left them for a moment to put a pot of coffee on. Arwen’s impending visit had given him an incentive to stock up on real food; even he could only live on pizza for so long ( Read more... )

Russell sat on his window ledge, a bottle of Bud dangling from his fingertips, a smile on his face as he listened to a track that always reminded him of life on the road with the band ...

SEE YOU AT THE SHOWCrowds that scream at superstars ( Read more... )

Russell sat on his window ledge looking down over the park, a mug of cold coffee in his hand. He kept thinking about his conversation with Arwen the previous day, running over things in his mind. Thinking about what could have happened to her, and what he might have been able to do to stop it had unsettled him ( Read more... )

On his way back from seeing Arwen at Buffy's, Russell called in to see Agent Smith. Winding him up always gave him a buzz! On his way out, code_smith handed him a piece of paper with questions on it ( Read more... )

Russell sat on the sofa, acoustic guitar in his hands, notebook and pencils lying in front of him. He made notes in the book, snippets of lyrics, chords, and then played a little, fitting the two together, making more notes. He played softly, not wanting to disturb Beregond who was still crashed out in the bedroom next door, the last few weeks ( Read more... )

On his way back to the apartment after meeting up with the band, Russell looks into the diner to see if Beregond has been in ( Read more... )