ext_95188 ([identity profile] go-between.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2004-12-13 08:00 am

Breakfast at Milliways

Richard ties on his apron and steps behind the bar.

"What'll it be?

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2004-12-13 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
David's arms are around Richard's neck, his tears soaking into Richard's shirt, and he doesn't know, can't explain it...





I don't know...

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2004-12-13 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
To go home... he laughs a little.

I told Angelo I wanted... to...

"Oh, shit."

He sighs, pulling back to look at Richard.

"What am I going to do?"

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2004-12-13 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes... yes, we'll go home, and I can stop going crazy..."

He leans down, kissing Richard softly.

"Will you and Armand and Ch.. Charlie come with me?"

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2004-12-13 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles wetly back, and tries to laugh a little.

"And we can see if Lestat and Armand can behave themselves for the duration of Christmas Dinner.

"For now, though, can we go somewhere and sleep?"

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2004-12-13 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles.

"I'll bet you have sufficient bribery. But I'm much too heavy for you to carry, Richard, great Slayer of the Beast of London Below or not. I'll walk."

And he gets up from Richard's lap, helping him to his feet.