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maderrI hope it's all correct >_< Ye gods that ate hours off my life.
All of Treasure finally up, as well at the artwork; blurb for Burning Bright added.
Put up Dance with the Devil
Fixed the Drabble section and updated all the ficlets for Geniuses
Added 'Eyes on You' and 'Fire & Ice' to the LE section. One day will go back and add Tyb's POV to 'Eyes' but not today -_-;
Umm...probably did some other stuff that I'm blanking on. If anyone feels up to it, let me know it's all good? I've checked it myself, but I always miss *something*
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mailechan's story for my boys and summer challenge - Rainy Camping Days
And, for those that care, I added like three paragraphs to finish up Fire & Ice:
Mickey let the woman in red satin and lace take his coat and brush his cheek with a welcoming kiss. She smelled like roses, cigar smoke and her breath had a taste of amaretto. "Hey, Julie."
"Mickey. Didn't know you were coming to the club tonight. Something wrong?"
"Only the usual. My man Shakespeare will be coming shortly. Show him to our table, yeah?"
"Yeah, babe. Sure thing." Julie gave him a genuine smile and watched wistfully as Mickey left the entryway. Brushing away an errant strand of dyed mahogany hair, she hung up his coat, pressing a sleeve to her nose and inhaling deeply of his cologne, something spicy with a hint of some strange sweet - she'd never known another guy to wear anything like it.
Inside the club, Mickey took a deep breath and released a slow, weary sigh. Around him the club was vibrating with bass and music that urged dancers to rub and grind against the nearest willing partner.
Mickey wasn't in the mood. The glitz and glamour of the club wasn't his flavor tonight - it really only was as a matter of business. Tonight wasn't business. He'd had enough of that. Tomorrow morning would see him tracking down one more problem and putting a stop to it. So tonight he got a break.
Everything was dark, shadowed. Purple and silver was the general impression, with dark woods for the bar and tables. Carefully arranged lights lent the stunning women on stage a mysterious, untouchable air as they danced for the men watching them. Girls in lace floated, offering drinks and the occasional touch to the customers. Smoke lingered in the air, mixing with perfume and cologne and sweat.
Mickey bypassed it all, heading through a door at the back into much quieter rooms. Only the bass, a distant, quiet throbbing, made any impact in the space. Carefully arranged, secluded tables dotted the room, which like the front room was arranged with purples and silvers. The room was almost black, nothing more than small lamps at each table lending light. Who the various occupants were, no one could or would say.
The general policy at Decadence was no questions asked as long as no trouble was caused.
Nodding at the waitress who appeared ghost-like before his table, Mickey murmured for his usual and gave her a smile. After she'd gone, he slouched in his seat. Their usual table was a booth in a back corner, circular and almost entirely cut off from the rest of the room. The bass throbbed in his chest, only adding to the otherworldly feel of the club. In here, he was as far away from out there as he could get. Decadence managed it better than any club to which he'd ever been. It was the reason the Azura Syndicate had placed its name and protection over the club.
And why they felt perfectly safe and content to take a break.
Mickey looked up as a man slid into the booth and around to sit right next to him. Dropping his head, Mickey placed a soft kiss on Tybalt's cheekbone. "Hey, Sugarsnap."
"Hey, yourself. Thought you were supposed to be headed for the Caribbean."
"Not until tomorrow morning. Flight's at six forty five."
Tybalt laughed softly, the sound a rare one for the too-serious young man. "Mick, it's almost one am."
Mickey grinned and shrugged. "Yeah, well. If someone's flight hadn't been behind schedule, we could've gotten together sooner."
"Yeah, yeah. I control a lot, but not the airlines. More's the pity." Tybalt smiled faintly, and fell silent as the waitress reappeared. Before them she set down two heavy bottles and two shot glasses.
Rebecca winked. "On the house boys, but you probably knew that."
"Thanks, sweetie." Mickey winked back. "Would you like one for the road?"
The waitress laughed. "Not while I'm on the clock, and anyway you know my boy will get jealous if he hears I took a shot from you." Winking again, Rebecca scurried off to attend to other customers.
Tybalt shook his head, tsking softly. "Can't you go five minutes?"
"Why bother? There's no harm in flirting."
"Whatever."
"So how'd you get off the Boston job so soon?"
Tybalt gave a soft snort. "His daughter was responsible. Open shut affair, no real brains necessary to figure that one out."
Mickey grimaced. "How droll. But I guess I shouldn't expect too much. When you're that gorgeous, there's bound to be an absence of intelligence."
"And what about you?" Tybalt asked with a short laugh as he latched onto the bottle and shot glass nearest him. Twisting it open, he filled the shot glass with a clear alcohol. The sharp, cool scent of mint filled the air around them.
"What about me?"
"You're hot enough most wouldn't have let you leave your mother's side. But you've got brains aplenty when you want to use them."
Mickey laughed. "A compliment, sugarsnap? You haven't even imbibed yet. And all my looks and talent, I get no life. That's the price I pay. Same as you." Into his own shot glass, Mickey poured what looked like a clear alcohol - but a closer glance revealed the flecks of gold in it. Mingling with the mint now was the hot, spicy smell of cinnamon.
"I'm paying for something else."
"Yeah, but it'll end eventually. And then you'll find a sugar daddy Romeo and I'll have no one left to mope with."
Tybalt's laugh was bitter and sad. "You really need to brush up on your plays, idiot. Tybalt dies a backstabbing bastard - and alone. Tragedy means no happy ending. Speaking of tragedies - how goes things with your Romeo?"
"Not well, same as ever."
Tybalt nodded. "I'm sorry."
"You and me both," Mickey muttered. "I have exquisite taste in everything but love. But enough of that sad, boring tale." He lifted his shot glass. "To you and me, Tyb." Tilting his head back, he downed the shot. The taste of cinnamon filled his mouth, burning as it slid down his throat. He grinned at Tybalt and refilled his glass, setting the full shot aside for later.
Tybalt licked his lips and refilled his as well, relishing the icy wash of mint. He leaned forward right as Mickey did, hand reaching up to curl around the back of his neck, fingers grasping at the so-soft curls of Mickey's fine blonde hair. A warm hand curled around his waist as their lips pressed together, nibbling, playing, sharing a breath before kissing deeper, tongues sharing and mixing the tastes of cinnamon and mint, fire and ice.
"Life would be easier," Mickey said as he pulled away just far enough to speak. "If we could just fall in love with each other."
Tybalt reached up to twine his other arm around Mickey's neck, dragging him further down, pressing them both deeper into the deep, plush seats of the booth. "Life is never that easy. 'Sides, anyone can be your lover, Mickey. I'd rather be your friend."
"You too, Tyb." Mickey kissed him hard, deep. Pulling back slightly, he downed his second shot as Tybalt reached for his, then leaned back down for another kiss, hot clashing with cold and leaving them both breathless. "Mmm…whoever finally thaws you is going to be a lucky, lucky person, sugarsnap."
Tybalt rolled his eyes. "Shut it, Mick." But he grinned as he watched Mickey fight a yawn. "So you invite me here and now you're falling asleep?"
"Oh, yeah. Like you wouldn't kill for a nap right now."
Tybalt poured and downed another minty shot, then slid out of the booth and stood, holding out a hand. "Let's go lay down then. We have a couple of hours before you need to be at the airport, and Trick won't expect my report until a lot later."
Mickey set his own shot glass down with a soft clink, licking traces of cinnamon from his lips as he accepted Tybalt's help and stood. He kissed him softly for a moment, wrapping his arms around Tybalt's shoulders and relaxing under the tastes of mint and cinnamon, the burn of alcohol and the warmth that came from being with a friend, someone he could trust with his life. "Yeah, let's go take a nap. Just don't steal all the blankets this time."
"I'll try, but no promises."
All of Treasure finally up, as well at the artwork; blurb for Burning Bright added.
Put up Dance with the Devil
Fixed the Drabble section and updated all the ficlets for Geniuses
Added 'Eyes on You' and 'Fire & Ice' to the LE section. One day will go back and add Tyb's POV to 'Eyes' but not today -_-;
Umm...probably did some other stuff that I'm blanking on. If anyone feels up to it, let me know it's all good? I've checked it myself, but I always miss *something*
DUH ME - finally got off my lazy ass and added
mailechan's story for my boys and summer challenge - Rainy Camping DaysAnd, for those that care, I added like three paragraphs to finish up Fire & Ice:
Fire & Ice
Mickey let the woman in red satin and lace take his coat and brush his cheek with a welcoming kiss. She smelled like roses, cigar smoke and her breath had a taste of amaretto. "Hey, Julie."
"Mickey. Didn't know you were coming to the club tonight. Something wrong?"
"Only the usual. My man Shakespeare will be coming shortly. Show him to our table, yeah?"
"Yeah, babe. Sure thing." Julie gave him a genuine smile and watched wistfully as Mickey left the entryway. Brushing away an errant strand of dyed mahogany hair, she hung up his coat, pressing a sleeve to her nose and inhaling deeply of his cologne, something spicy with a hint of some strange sweet - she'd never known another guy to wear anything like it.
Inside the club, Mickey took a deep breath and released a slow, weary sigh. Around him the club was vibrating with bass and music that urged dancers to rub and grind against the nearest willing partner.
Mickey wasn't in the mood. The glitz and glamour of the club wasn't his flavor tonight - it really only was as a matter of business. Tonight wasn't business. He'd had enough of that. Tomorrow morning would see him tracking down one more problem and putting a stop to it. So tonight he got a break.
Everything was dark, shadowed. Purple and silver was the general impression, with dark woods for the bar and tables. Carefully arranged lights lent the stunning women on stage a mysterious, untouchable air as they danced for the men watching them. Girls in lace floated, offering drinks and the occasional touch to the customers. Smoke lingered in the air, mixing with perfume and cologne and sweat.
Mickey bypassed it all, heading through a door at the back into much quieter rooms. Only the bass, a distant, quiet throbbing, made any impact in the space. Carefully arranged, secluded tables dotted the room, which like the front room was arranged with purples and silvers. The room was almost black, nothing more than small lamps at each table lending light. Who the various occupants were, no one could or would say.
The general policy at Decadence was no questions asked as long as no trouble was caused.
Nodding at the waitress who appeared ghost-like before his table, Mickey murmured for his usual and gave her a smile. After she'd gone, he slouched in his seat. Their usual table was a booth in a back corner, circular and almost entirely cut off from the rest of the room. The bass throbbed in his chest, only adding to the otherworldly feel of the club. In here, he was as far away from out there as he could get. Decadence managed it better than any club to which he'd ever been. It was the reason the Azura Syndicate had placed its name and protection over the club.
And why they felt perfectly safe and content to take a break.
Mickey looked up as a man slid into the booth and around to sit right next to him. Dropping his head, Mickey placed a soft kiss on Tybalt's cheekbone. "Hey, Sugarsnap."
"Hey, yourself. Thought you were supposed to be headed for the Caribbean."
"Not until tomorrow morning. Flight's at six forty five."
Tybalt laughed softly, the sound a rare one for the too-serious young man. "Mick, it's almost one am."
Mickey grinned and shrugged. "Yeah, well. If someone's flight hadn't been behind schedule, we could've gotten together sooner."
"Yeah, yeah. I control a lot, but not the airlines. More's the pity." Tybalt smiled faintly, and fell silent as the waitress reappeared. Before them she set down two heavy bottles and two shot glasses.
Rebecca winked. "On the house boys, but you probably knew that."
"Thanks, sweetie." Mickey winked back. "Would you like one for the road?"
The waitress laughed. "Not while I'm on the clock, and anyway you know my boy will get jealous if he hears I took a shot from you." Winking again, Rebecca scurried off to attend to other customers.
Tybalt shook his head, tsking softly. "Can't you go five minutes?"
"Why bother? There's no harm in flirting."
"Whatever."
"So how'd you get off the Boston job so soon?"
Tybalt gave a soft snort. "His daughter was responsible. Open shut affair, no real brains necessary to figure that one out."
Mickey grimaced. "How droll. But I guess I shouldn't expect too much. When you're that gorgeous, there's bound to be an absence of intelligence."
"And what about you?" Tybalt asked with a short laugh as he latched onto the bottle and shot glass nearest him. Twisting it open, he filled the shot glass with a clear alcohol. The sharp, cool scent of mint filled the air around them.
"What about me?"
"You're hot enough most wouldn't have let you leave your mother's side. But you've got brains aplenty when you want to use them."
Mickey laughed. "A compliment, sugarsnap? You haven't even imbibed yet. And all my looks and talent, I get no life. That's the price I pay. Same as you." Into his own shot glass, Mickey poured what looked like a clear alcohol - but a closer glance revealed the flecks of gold in it. Mingling with the mint now was the hot, spicy smell of cinnamon.
"I'm paying for something else."
"Yeah, but it'll end eventually. And then you'll find a sugar daddy Romeo and I'll have no one left to mope with."
Tybalt's laugh was bitter and sad. "You really need to brush up on your plays, idiot. Tybalt dies a backstabbing bastard - and alone. Tragedy means no happy ending. Speaking of tragedies - how goes things with your Romeo?"
"Not well, same as ever."
Tybalt nodded. "I'm sorry."
"You and me both," Mickey muttered. "I have exquisite taste in everything but love. But enough of that sad, boring tale." He lifted his shot glass. "To you and me, Tyb." Tilting his head back, he downed the shot. The taste of cinnamon filled his mouth, burning as it slid down his throat. He grinned at Tybalt and refilled his glass, setting the full shot aside for later.
Tybalt licked his lips and refilled his as well, relishing the icy wash of mint. He leaned forward right as Mickey did, hand reaching up to curl around the back of his neck, fingers grasping at the so-soft curls of Mickey's fine blonde hair. A warm hand curled around his waist as their lips pressed together, nibbling, playing, sharing a breath before kissing deeper, tongues sharing and mixing the tastes of cinnamon and mint, fire and ice.
"Life would be easier," Mickey said as he pulled away just far enough to speak. "If we could just fall in love with each other."
Tybalt reached up to twine his other arm around Mickey's neck, dragging him further down, pressing them both deeper into the deep, plush seats of the booth. "Life is never that easy. 'Sides, anyone can be your lover, Mickey. I'd rather be your friend."
"You too, Tyb." Mickey kissed him hard, deep. Pulling back slightly, he downed his second shot as Tybalt reached for his, then leaned back down for another kiss, hot clashing with cold and leaving them both breathless. "Mmm…whoever finally thaws you is going to be a lucky, lucky person, sugarsnap."
Tybalt rolled his eyes. "Shut it, Mick." But he grinned as he watched Mickey fight a yawn. "So you invite me here and now you're falling asleep?"
"Oh, yeah. Like you wouldn't kill for a nap right now."
Tybalt poured and downed another minty shot, then slid out of the booth and stood, holding out a hand. "Let's go lay down then. We have a couple of hours before you need to be at the airport, and Trick won't expect my report until a lot later."
Mickey set his own shot glass down with a soft clink, licking traces of cinnamon from his lips as he accepted Tybalt's help and stood. He kissed him softly for a moment, wrapping his arms around Tybalt's shoulders and relaxing under the tastes of mint and cinnamon, the burn of alcohol and the warmth that came from being with a friend, someone he could trust with his life. "Yeah, let's go take a nap. Just don't steal all the blankets this time."
"I'll try, but no promises."
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Date: 2005-07-03 10:29 pm (UTC)Gyah, ignore me, I'm just madly in love with the stories you write. ;3
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Date: 2005-07-04 03:03 am (UTC)Being silly. Got too much sun. ^.^
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Date: 2005-07-04 03:19 am (UTC)>.> updating website. should do that. it's on my list. along with the other 99. problem with me is i want to do everything at the same time. so my next update would prolly be with my next layout. XD. hmm... now I'll go to your site to see if I managed to miss some of the stuff you updated on LJ.
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Date: 2005-07-04 03:56 am (UTC)*wubs* Hope you didn't work your fingers off too badly. o_o; *hugs*
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Date: 2005-07-04 04:18 am (UTC)Isn't it? ^_^
And I survived. Lord knows I need the html practice anyway...
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Date: 2005-07-04 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-04 05:07 am (UTC)