brightens, an extra cherry is exactly how i like it
and swoons at *that* smile

thank You, Handsome.

soaking in the light and sweetness of the room
while taking a sip

Passing on the Meg Ryan joke,I hand you a glass of sangria and a hit on a hash pipe.

Looks over and raises an eyebrow

stepping in for some coffee

overhearing thoughts....raising my glass

You're the driver? Just wait till I've had a few of these, and i'm flying. It will be loop-de-loops tonight

Smile

Good evening. I remember you from a New Year's Eve party at our place.

An extra maraschino cherry in your glass, just because I can. Happy June, my dear.

Killer smile, and you can borrow Mercury's shades.

A smile and healthy embrace

Good evening!

"hi" waves..

Port Korat
"Paint I do not have but dye I do. I use it for marking things when stitching wounds and such."

She smiled and dipped into her bag at her side and pulled out a small dropper container. Handing it to you carefully.

"There you go. One container of red dye. Be careful it stains a great deal. Take care djinn. Serve well. Until we meet again."

She gave one last smile and a stroke of your hair before she turned and made her way through the docks and port. Heading off to find her own ship. Turning for one last wave and a smile and then she vanished among the crowds to find her own adventure.

(lp. Thank you!)

giggles behind a hand, could tell
and nodding

good to see You out and about, Sir.

officially beginning to lose track,

sending a wave and a smile your way

oh!

i know how to stack drinks
over the back of a spoon

i was a bartender once, too
twinkling

coming over with a hug for You and a swift kotc
Hello Sir Purple Guy

I take a small glass of the sangia,because I'm driving,and one his of some hash that looks promising.

I hand you a small package,remembering from The City that you frequently hosted events at the music center--usually 20th century stuff. So,hoping you don't have it anyway,something from the 18th century,cd s of the Stuttgart Camerada recording of Bach's Art of Fugue.

Happy Birthday Orlando.

And I sip the sangria.

Having told you what's in the pitcher, I can now pour you a lovely frosted glass of it.

We've got to stop meeting like this.

Good evening, Mistress of Pleasure, nice to see you...without dice in your hand.
heh

oops, and to EXEMPLAR!

knew i'd missed Ssomeone

Hot damn

laughs...youse always good