A Delicate Business
Aug. 4th, 2015 12:27 pmTitle: A Delicate Business
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2698 (total 3724)
Continues from with So a Demon and a Human enter a Grocery Store Separately
Yeah, this is very wham bam.
Euan with a hangover cursed silently, realizing that he’d not done any dream scrying seduction the night before. He hoped Jerr was feeling similarly wretched.
It was amazing what a good night’s sleep and bright sunny skies could do to a person’s confidence in dealing with the world, Randall thought as he made his way earlier than usual towards his lecture. Last night was last night and nothing had happened, had it, he told himself. He’d handled it and if he saw the guy again well the guy had backed off as soon as he had threatened reporting him with the authorities as a sexual predator.
Taking a more peaceful quiet route through a tree shaded area Randall had to pass a man hunched over holding his head.
“You okay Big Guy?” Randall asked in a low voice, he knew a hangover when he saw one.
The answer was a groaned moan.
Fishing a water bottle out of his backpack, he set it on the bench and then went hunting his Advil. The man moaned at even the shaking of the pills out of the bottle. ‘Must have been some strong stuff you got into last night,’ Randall didn’t realize he was muttering.
“Demon Rum,” was whispered back as Randall took one of the guy’s hands and put the painkillers in it and Randall grinned that the guy had a sense of humor about him even in his state of pain to be making pirate jokes. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle he fit the guy’s fingers around it. “Drink that. The pills should help with the head. You’ve gotta drink a lot of water before you try to fall asleep after heavy drinking. That’s what I’m told anyway. I’ll stop back after class and check on you okay?”
As Randall stood, he heard a whispered, “Thank you.” ( Read more... )
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2698 (total 3724)
Continues from with So a Demon and a Human enter a Grocery Store Separately
Yeah, this is very wham bam.
Euan with a hangover cursed silently, realizing that he’d not done any dream scrying seduction the night before. He hoped Jerr was feeling similarly wretched.
It was amazing what a good night’s sleep and bright sunny skies could do to a person’s confidence in dealing with the world, Randall thought as he made his way earlier than usual towards his lecture. Last night was last night and nothing had happened, had it, he told himself. He’d handled it and if he saw the guy again well the guy had backed off as soon as he had threatened reporting him with the authorities as a sexual predator.
Taking a more peaceful quiet route through a tree shaded area Randall had to pass a man hunched over holding his head.
“You okay Big Guy?” Randall asked in a low voice, he knew a hangover when he saw one.
The answer was a groaned moan.
Fishing a water bottle out of his backpack, he set it on the bench and then went hunting his Advil. The man moaned at even the shaking of the pills out of the bottle. ‘Must have been some strong stuff you got into last night,’ Randall didn’t realize he was muttering.
“Demon Rum,” was whispered back as Randall took one of the guy’s hands and put the painkillers in it and Randall grinned that the guy had a sense of humor about him even in his state of pain to be making pirate jokes. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle he fit the guy’s fingers around it. “Drink that. The pills should help with the head. You’ve gotta drink a lot of water before you try to fall asleep after heavy drinking. That’s what I’m told anyway. I’ll stop back after class and check on you okay?”
As Randall stood, he heard a whispered, “Thank you.” ( Read more... )