SOMEWHAT

Strict
Obedience
Makes
Esther
Want
Humble
Ass
Taps

……… bend over baby…

TAPS

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Making you laugh has eased the tension in his body, bit by bit. The giggles work the brow smooth, relaxed... The stifled laugh unclenches his jaw, letting his jaw muscles relax.. The loud guffaw was better than a masseuse on his shoulders, which lower from their tensioned place seemingly at the bottom of his earlobes... When you choke on the water it was like a chiropractor racked his back against a doorjamb and he just about melts into the seat.

Ahhh.... That's the stuff. The smile that creeps into lips, tugs them away from his bright, bold teeth carry him back towards a seated position as you make your decision and don't order the steak well-done. Another plus.

With the waiter leaving with the menus, a cool, crisp $50 bill for having to deal with Brix, and your order, Brix takes another drink to wash all that loose serotonin down with a modest gulp of whiskey when you repeat yourself and he almost rolls up like a snap bracelet...

He swallows the liquor, them good-good brain chemicals, and the bile that rises with the mention of Leo. Leeeeoooo. Heart of a Lion, Jawline of a shovel, facial scruff painted on every morning.

"Yeah. She's really enjoyin' it."

He forces the emotion through it.

"I heard that the whole show is really good. I've watched a few rehearsals...

So what do you interpret for? I went to an A$AP Rocky show in Chicago once and they had an interpreter, who was this fine-ass woman who was doin' the interpreting... They had that chick up on stage next to A$AP and she looked like she was just set-reppin' the whole time..."

A beat.

"I mean... I'm assumin' you're not an ASL interpreter, it's just... Like I don't work at the UN or nothin' so that's like my only interaction, feelme?

You work at the UN?"

N

Naaaasty

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TIRADES

Tantric
Irresponsibility
Radicalizes
Autoerotic
Debutante
Esther,
Somewhat

SOMEWHAT

You keep going and she laughs harder. It's not helping to stop the looks we're getting, but she's unrestrained, full on belly laughing. A hand grips the edge of the table, holding onto it by the time you get to Mini me.

You're making her wheeze and she has to reach for her water, warning you, "Sssstop for a second. I don't want this to come out my nose." She takes a sip, but nearly giggle spits it out, choking it down. It didn't help.

You lean over to have a look at the menu and she angles it for you a bit, the laughter subsided but a hushed snicker repeated here and there, like she's not quite over it. You speak her mind about all the stuff on the menu and she looks around because you said that kind of loud, but she leans in, ready to commiserate. But. What?

She blinks. "Are you? You're serious -- there's what? I? You ... ah..."

The halibut. Well. You seem decisive and she's had some really bad experiences where she nearly blinded people with flinging crab shell. It seems like a safer option.

"Day'n'date?" She murmurs. "I don't know what that--" Oh. You're a bit loud. You've got the waiter's attention and mostly everyone's, some of them paused mid-spoon or fork or spork to the mouth, gaping at you instead as you demand to know the restaurant's identity.

And she.... cackles, helplessly laughing. Absolutely scandalized and giving up on her water because she'll choke if she tries to drink.

Cheesecake factory? Ah! She has giggle tears trickling now, her hand clamped over her mouth to try to silence herself.

The manager is looming over by the bar. The waiter is fuschia. And Mei can hardly breathe as she is losing it.

It takes her a lot of tries. "Oka-- heheheh-- I'll have th-- th-- hehehehe-- ste-- ste--heheheheheh-- steak." She gets herself mainly under control, a little ahhh as she settles into just a grin at the end of that and the waiter asks her how she wants her steak and somehow that is hilarious. She giggles so hard her stomach hurts and she waves her hand, those giggle tears squeezing out of the corners of her eyes as she manages, finally, to squeak, "Medium." Seconds pass and she adds, "rare."

Oh god.

The waiter leaves with your money and her order and she's dabbing at the corners of her eyes with her knuckles. She noticed you didn't answer about if you're proud of Holly, but she's a little busy trying to fix herself after all of that.

She thought they were gonna get thrown out, was ready to hit up some street food vendor. She should try again, as she's finally done with the giggle fit. "Leo says Holly's really gifted. He can't say enough good things about her. I understand she's not really done anything like this before? That's impressive!"

rarebit

F-holes

...notes that Emmy's West Coast adventure continues and sends a couple of transcontinental waves to katelyn and her...

...checking in after a few days of hosting the grand-dog while doggy-daddy was vacationing...

Glad to hear you at least got to do some things your way, C.M.

looking in

Those answers sound very ai

*Just sips for a few minutes*

She shakes her head no nooo when you ask if Holly's in another play, but then you seem to be contemplating something and she sits quietly, just watching while you seem to process, then that phone you've been focusing on is in your pocket and you take the seat.

But people are still staring. It might take them a minute to move on.

She keeps glancing at the menu because a server's been circling like a shark and they probably want her to order something or stop disrupting the establishment and leave. There's a sense of urgency as she knows they're waiting on her, but she can't divide her attention that well and she was already losing her battle with the menu, so she simply focuses on you, her face splitting into a grin as you go for Mimi.

Wider when you try the Maymay and she laughs aloud.

MeToo. That gets a guffaw.

"I don't wanna stop you. Keep going..." She's not gonna help you yet.

The server is coming this way and, in a panic, without looking away from you, she just drops a finger on the menu as she answers, "I'm an interpreter and translator. Boring stuff, really. And you're... known. Brixton." The server is there and Mei looks down to see where her finger landed.

Oh. No. Her eyes widen in horror but it is what it is, you can't take it back. "Crab legs, please." That's not going to go well.

The server would linger to see if you wanted anything, and then Mei smiles, still not telling you her name. "I've been hearing amazing things about Holly. Leo's just constantly 'Holly's amazing,' and 'Holly's so great!' You must be really proud of her."

Out

Very cool

lingering in the shadows