Drunken Flopsies

[satine86]

Sadly we are not drunk, but that will not stop us from writing about alcoholic beverages.

Rules for round one: Get sent a drink. Use it anyway you like within the fic. Interpret it how you like. Whatever. Go wild. Pretend this is a college kegger!  

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[satine86]

Prompter: sugarcrossPrompt: Long Island Iced Tea

[verisimilitude9]

Prompter: Spirit

[sugarcross]

Promptee: verisimilitude9Prompt: champagne

[ellorgast]

Prompter: Kateling

[elvisvf101]

Tequila Shot Prompt #1: eye-crinkle

[elvisvf101]

He was a hard man. Particularly his eyes. They’d reduced many lesser men to piles of dust.

But when she was around, he could try to hide it all he wanted. The eyes always gave him away. He smiled with them, if not with lips.

He was still a hard man. Just not his eyes.

[satine86]

(55 exactly!)

There was this little thing she did, where she tilted her head to the left, exposing her creamy neck. Then she would smile, full, pink lips quirking upward. And then her eyes would crinkle at the corners. Some people had dimples, she had those crinkles. Whenever she did that, he knew he’d done something right.

[verisimilitude9]

He always watches her eyes.

Her carefully-blank face reveals little, but her eyes always give her away when she's sad or nervous or excited.

Now, as they crinkle closed in sleep, her blue-black hair and white shoulders striking against his green bed-linens, he's more entranced than ever. He knows that when they flutter open tomorrow morning to meet his, he'll be lost. And it's okay.