Just bought a new bikini. Now all I need to do is finish up my latest project so I don't feel guilty for spending a week at the beach.
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Just bought a new bikini. Now all I need to do is finish up my latest project so I don't feel guilty for spending a week at the beach.
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It wasn't as though Grace disliked Erik. In fact, she'd probably go as far as to say she rather liked him. He was kind and considerate, and funny, though she'd never admit as much to him. But he was also self-righteous - usually to a fault, which meant that oftentimes he ended up in fights at the bar, fights her boss then blamed on her for not cutting them all off soon enough. And if there was one thing that annoyed Grace more than anything it was men not having to take accountability for their actions, and since her boss wasn't in the habit of losing customers, they were all always welcomed back in the next night. So no, she didn't dislike Erik, but she did dislike the chaos he could tend to bring.
She was already a few hours into her shift when the man walked in, the bruise from just the other night's fight in question already healing over his cheek. Grace turned as he sat on his usual stool, and her hands went to her hips, and she had to work to stop the smirk that threatened to rise at the corner of her lips. "You know, you keep getting me in trouble." she informed him, her voice low. "So, if you get stupid, I will cut you off tonight, and I won't hear any arguments."
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Finding himself already covered in water, Dawson immediately stood up and looked around. “Oh fuck,” he said, quickly realizing that those inside, including him, were locked in and it was flooding at an alarming rate. When his eyes landed on a familiar face, he quickly approached. “Grace? Is that you?” He called out, and wrapping his arm around her shoulder when he realized it was her stuck in there with him. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked, his eyes searching hers before moving around her body to make sure she was okay.
I have been cooped up in the house for three days straight working on a new idea. Have the aliens invaded yet? I'm so behind zombies could've attacked and I'd never know.
I was actually kind of sad to be moving away from New York during Christmas but I feel better about it now that we've got the tree and all the Christmas decorations up. Now I can finish unpacking everything else with having to worry about the holidays.