Attn: Daniel
Nov 11, 2013 3:49:16 GMT
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 3:49:16 GMT
:: She'd complain if it was any of the former packs, but she certainly cannot complain here. These butt grooves in the chair? Uncomfortable. He must have a scrawny, bony ass. Atleast it reclines though. Which made for a reasonable allowance for the butt grooves. She came in about noon, stayed for a few hours, said hello to Diedre when she woke up and let her run out. The girl, and she can't blame her, seemed to be shocked and stunned by the presence of a wolf in the house that she did not recognize. Well, no one in the house will recognize her, except Daniel. And he'll recognize her calling card. Missing beer, warm chair and her scent in the living room. Oh yes. She drank his beer. And left him a note, a thank you, and asking him to call her in the morning. ::
I owe you three beers, if you want them you need to call me. Thanks, they were good. Turned your heater up a bit more it was freezing in here. It doesn't pay to be a cheap ass.
Saz
:: Some thank you note. She left the phone number right below her shortened signature. She didn't know that the source of the cold came from a freshly turned wolf that was sleeping on the couch as the Shadow Lord usurped the living room throne for her own enjoyment and down time. She was gone by about three pm. Three hours, waiting for him. But she's patient. Ish. Before she had left for the day, she sat her ass back in his recliner one last time and ground herself into the seat. Got to make him just as uncomfortable as she was. Afterwards it was a gathering of her coat and keys before she's out of the door, locking it behind her as she left the clan house, leaving it in peace to go back to her hotel where she'll crash out, bored, and wait for his call in the morning.
She has an answer for him, though if he were smart enough to see it, her presence in the packhouse is the affirmative that she's at least interested in his Pack. She'd much rather prefer to talk to him face to face about the 'But'. I'm interested, but I have prior obligations to a camp. Yeah. That'll make the Fleabag happy....::
I owe you three beers, if you want them you need to call me. Thanks, they were good. Turned your heater up a bit more it was freezing in here. It doesn't pay to be a cheap ass.
Saz
:: Some thank you note. She left the phone number right below her shortened signature. She didn't know that the source of the cold came from a freshly turned wolf that was sleeping on the couch as the Shadow Lord usurped the living room throne for her own enjoyment and down time. She was gone by about three pm. Three hours, waiting for him. But she's patient. Ish. Before she had left for the day, she sat her ass back in his recliner one last time and ground herself into the seat. Got to make him just as uncomfortable as she was. Afterwards it was a gathering of her coat and keys before she's out of the door, locking it behind her as she left the clan house, leaving it in peace to go back to her hotel where she'll crash out, bored, and wait for his call in the morning.
She has an answer for him, though if he were smart enough to see it, her presence in the packhouse is the affirmative that she's at least interested in his Pack. She'd much rather prefer to talk to him face to face about the 'But'. I'm interested, but I have prior obligations to a camp. Yeah. That'll make the Fleabag happy....::