It's comment porn day...
YAY! Except I'm feeling very uninspired. :-/ Perhaps I can play later? I left one (not very porny) comment but it wasn't a continuation of a thread so perhaps I did it wrong?
Hmmm... what else to do today? This is lame, but if someone wants to prompt me, maybe I can write something? And maybe not just Lost?
Hmmm... what else to do today? This is lame, but if someone wants to prompt me, maybe I can write something? And maybe not just Lost?
Jack never got drunk. He couldn't ever risk not being sober whenever the phone rang, and more often than not, it rang in the odd hours that should have been his own. Not that he could even call his time his own. But tonight, he didn't care. He went to the bar around the corner from his house and pounded three beers before switching to bourbon. At least he could stumble home.
He was drunk, but not drunk enough to turn off his need to observe everyone in the bar, assess their threat level. He'd zeroed in on a rangy fellow leaning over the jukebox, his fine blonde hair falling in his eyes. The man had glanced up, feeling his eyes on him and Jack didn't look away. Blue eyes narrowed in a challenge. Or an invitation. That part seemed fuzzy. Jack looked away. When he could no longer tell the difference between someone who wanted to throw down verus someone who simply wanted him ... it was time to leave ( ... )
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Uh...yeah.
I came over here to slap a poem in you LJ...but damn.
Looks like I'm going to have to find coherency and come back later.
[24 is a good look for you, btw.]
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I *will* be back!
♥!
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I love the line in the very beginning about Jack not drinking because he always needs to answer his phone...so true and yet I never thought about it like that :)
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