http://theprettiestone.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] theprettiestone.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-07-05 11:21 pm

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Alex wanders downstairs, detouring by the bar to pick up a cup of tea and going to curl in a booth.
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[identity profile] callmefelicia.livejournal.com 2005-07-05 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
And here's Adam, in the other side of his booth with no warning. He grins.

[identity profile] callmefelicia.livejournal.com 2005-07-05 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"When am I ever not?" comes the flippant answer. "How're you?"

[identity profile] callmefelicia.livejournal.com 2005-07-05 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Never said you did. Been eating?"

[identity profile] callmefelicia.livejournal.com 2005-07-05 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not today you don't. Just checking." He gives Alex a sunny smile, the picture of innocence.

[identity profile] callmefelicia.livejournal.com 2005-07-05 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Adam raises his eyebrows.

"Think we've got a ways to go before you need to worry about getting fat."

[identity profile] callmefelicia.livejournal.com 2005-07-05 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah, see, that's where the exercise comes in."