LINK: Euan hardly ever took sick days, but that morning as he tried to drag himself out of bed for work, he couldn't decide whether he felt crap or just plain exhausted and seriously contemplated making that phone call to his boss.

In a somewhat uncharacteristic turn of events that probably took Gee by surprised, Euan actually wanted to fuck in a bed. Even went so far as requested it when they got back to his apartment in London after the flight home from Amsterdam. Despite the full-on and impromptu trip there, once they hit the airport, Euan was a lot more subdued. True to ( Read more... )

LINK: Airports fucking suck.

LINK: It had been a long time since Euan had spent any length of time with someone who wasn't Vee, but the impromptu trip to Amsterdam was reminding why once, a long time ago, he actually was cut out for dating.

[Follows THIS]It took a wee while to find time in their hectic work schedule to be able to slot in a date, but Euan had kept his word as promised and although enough time had passed for her to probably think he was figuring out a way to back out of it, he had landed her with the when and where details out of the blue earlier in the week. The truth ( Read more... )

LINK: Wet tshirts. I'll drink to that.

LINK: She thinks I'm a fucking easter egg. That wasn't what I meant when I said I wanted to get laid.

LINK: Surrounded by female coppers... whattya know, God does listen to prayers.

It was more than a culture shock. It was all well and good making plans and pulling them off, but to actually exist in said plans, Euan was struggling. Not that he was admitting that to anyone. Well, maybe Vee, in his own veiled sort of way. But he hadn't spoken to Vee since the blow up with Gee, and that was probably what was making him feel off. ( Read more... )

LINK: Nothing ever fucking is.