Nancy sat at the table in the kitchen, idly stirring her finger in a cup of cold coffee and staring into space. She felt like shit. And there wasn't really a specific reason for it - just one of those days, one of those weeks, maybe. She was bored and sick of this fucking island and she missed her kids and she missed Judah and she missed sex and ( Read more... )

The night of the ball, Nancy accidentally wanders down to Chez Winchester. Though there is a serious amount of UST, John manages to walk her home and act the part of the gentleman.

While perhaps it was not an occasion to rival the dances she and her sisters had attended at home, Jane was very much proud of this, her fourth endeavour upon the Island. It was very much alike in the setting as her previous gatherings had been with food and drink aligning the sides of a space portioned for dancing and with the aid of radios, they ( Read more... )

When it came to normal, daily things in life, Danny Ocean had neither the knack nor the patience for them. He went out of his way to ignore them, but lately he was beginning to think that if nothing else he ought to see about getting a place built. Preferably by someone else because the crash room... Sheesh. He wouldn't have wished that kind of ( Read more... )

In the early hours of Saturday morning (honestly, John's work ethic was a little scary to Nancy), ground-breaking on her and Beverly's new home began. She hoped that with the lot of them they could figure out what they were doing... she'd certainly never built a house, anyway. She had just assumed that putting a request in with the building crew ( Read more... )

Nancy was surprised that someone hadn't come up with a new caffeine delivery system to simply inject it straight into your bloodstream or something. It was sad, really - here she was, getting more sleep than she ever had in her life (it's not as if there was much point in staying up late or getting up early, as there was nothing to do), and she ( Read more... )

Despite his behavior, Dean was a man of decent intelligence. It might not be believed, given that it took an eye blacked by the end of a pool cue (his own), a tear in his jeans, a fall into the bookshelf that left him even more bruised, torn, and surrounded by dvds of dubious quality, and finally a long gulp of spoiled milk to alert him to the ( Read more... )

Three days in, and Bela's still not convinced she's not stumbled into someone else's dream. Someone else's as opposed to her own, as she's quite certain that there are better amenities and fewer primates in her dreams. Not to mention the fact that Dean would have been on a leash ( Read more... )

Prior swept into the rec room wearing a purple silk dressing gown thrown over his clothes. He was about to fiddle with the jukebox in hopes of finding something soothing rather than the late seventies punk it had seemed intent on all morning, but he paused when he saw the woman sitting on the couch. He'd been so sure that she was gone ( Read more... )

Ayla had crept through the caves and into the compound to explore a bit further and had met a man who was choosing clothes. As soon as she entered the room and froze, her eyes lowered, he found the hunt for something decent halted as he began to pull out bikini after bikini ( Read more... )