A Matter of Perception [Marton, Liam]

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[Takes place in the late-ish evening, the same day as Marton, Will, Christian, Johnny and entourage arrive at Liam's.]

Waking from his doze in front of the fireplace in the living room, Marton found himself alone and cursed softly, grinning to himself. Seemed everyone had gone up to bed and no one had bothered to disturb him. He checked the clock and it wasn't that late. Oh well. He was still pleasantly tired; he'd head up to bed now, maybe see if Will was still awake. Today had been good, riding, talking, lying around, but damned if doing nothing wasn't bloody tiring! He got to his feet and picked up the book he'd been reading to put it away. Handling the volume reminded him and he cursed again, patting his pocket to make sure before leaving the living room and heading out to the hall, hoping Liam was still awake and in his study.


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Summer Holiday. [Johnny/Christian. Marton/Will]

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Johnny waved through the window at Stan, the guy on the gate, before remembering that the glass was tinted black from the outside. He blushed and slumped down in his seat, hoping Christian hadn't noticed, but unfortunately Christian's attention had been firmly on him for the last hour. Usually he thought that was wonderful, but his lover's twinkling eyes just made him blush harder. At least Lawrence and Jet were up front with the driver, and Obie didn't care.

Nighttime

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Angel sat straight up in the bed and grabbed the calf of her leg. “Motherfucker damn bastard.” She muttered and rubbed at the cramp.

When it finally relaxed, she lay back down.

“You better be worth it, Bubba.” She said and slid back to sleep.

James and Harry- Keeping Well

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Harry took a sip of his beer, setting it well out of the way and turning the page of his book, determined to keep from getting sauce from the chicken wings on the pages this time.

James wandered back to his table, a large glass in hand. Sliding into his seat, he looked up and spotted Harry a few seats away. Smirking into his beer, he muttered under his breath and took a small sip from the glass.( Read more... )

Orlando/Harry- Papercuts

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::Orlando... watcha doin'?::

Not much...going through paperwork, getting papercuts, the usual. You?

::Just had a conversation with James... you've got papercuts? That's no good::

::No...what?! What? James?::( Read more... )