People are filing out of DMC once more, and with that, my watch has ended, and my date with champagne and cake in my bedroom begins.
Which, is what I expected to be doing. Cake is on my bedside table, but I didn’t put it there. Likewise with the champagne in a bucket of ice.
The @diaryoflucia in my bed is a little unexpected. Asleep, even more so. In a helluva a dress, pleasant, but still surprising.
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, and spotted her arm. There’s a tattoo there normally. I took my hand, set it on her arm, and run my thumb across where the tattoo should be. Foundation, and concealer.
I guess I can understand that.











