"by evening's end our hands brushed repeatedly, reaching for the dregs of indulgence..."

[coyotegoth]

...was one of many fine lines in a story reive read last night (even if I've had great trouble in quoting it properly), at the reading I wound up being able to attend, much to my surprise. Delightful to see her, the faithful vegetarian werewolf (TM), and a young lad who leaned forward and asked (as only a 16-year-old can): "So, are you staying for the rest of the evening, Mister Man?" to which I could only reply, with arched eyebrow and driest tone: "You know, it's been ages since anyone called me 'Mister Man", and never in so formal a setting." Ahh, New York City...



(Oh- and hi, ldybastet :-)g

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[reive.livejournal.com]

Our....

It's a first person piece.

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[coyotegoth.livejournal.com]

Noted, and changed.r

[reive.livejournal.com]

Thnx.
And because I can't even remember my own story, I had to go look it up -- this is the actual line:

We became inappropriately inebriated. There is, after all, no other purpose in poor grape, and by evening's end our hands brushed repeatedly, reaching for the dregs of indulgence

[coyotegoth.livejournal.com]

heh- re-noted, and re-changed. S

[ldybastet.livejournal.com]

Hi coyotegoth :-)

Sounds like a pleasant evening...

Hi, Mister Man!

[clandestiny.livejournal.com]

Ok, I love you. Bye-bye.