Safe and Sane

Max found Lee in a lounge and sat on his lap, kissing Lee's hair. "You smell like work, Lee."

Today had been a good day. Well, for Lee, it had. They'd found a stash of weapons in a suspect's house and Lee had got to play with - uh, test - them all to see which of the guns were used in the crime. They'd found it, and several guns used in other crimes besides.

It was a day of win.

Not that Beth seemed to agree. Lee saw her walk out from the back and looked up at her from the couch, head tilted curious. "Hey. Everything alright?"

It was Wednesday again, and the weather wasn't quite so pleasant as the week before and everything was slightly less bright. Almost as if to make up for it, some strange concoction with too much caffeine and way too much sugar was being served as the special for the day for anyone that dared try it.

All in all, it was the set up for a pretty good day.

Drake wasn't exactly shy, but he was generally well mannered enough not to want to bother anyone who looked like they were busy. So, he waited until he was looked at before he asked, "Do you have a minute?"

There was a Thanksgiving theme at the cafe. Wicker cornucopias were on every table, pumpkins everywhere, pumpkin spice offered for lattes, pumpkin pie, muffins, cakes, pecan pie, lots of strong coffee. But the most obvious were the horrified looking cafe workers in their pilgrim costumes.

Ass kicked at work. Ok. At club.

Jethro waited outside the cafe for Max and Lee to come out. He was still nervous about this, but he wanted to take that step. They deserved that effort and it was important to him. He took a slow breath and blew it out.

( Max and Lee )

( John )

Max had an enormous, huge, utterly ridiculous red clown nose and a long suffering expression. The combination was, well, hysterical. Especially since he was in normal clothes: a white shirt and kakhis.

Lee glanced into the workshop first in case Jethro was in there - it was the weekend after all - but found it empty. House it was then, and Lee wandered over to the front door, pressing on the bell and leaning casually against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.

OOC: Warning for gunplay.

It was a warm, cloudy day. The temperature hit 92 at noon and stayed around 85 into the early evening. There were cold drinks, hot drinks, but also, weirdly, a lot of chocolate.

A lot of chocolate. Chocolate biscuits, Chocolate cookies, cakes, lollypops, candies, dipped pretzels. Good chocolate too.

If asked the baristas rolled their eyes and explained "Over order"

Max dropped his goddaughter off at her house, then went home, whistling softly. He came in and called out, "Hey babe. Put on pants, I want to go out to dinner."

To: "friends, boulder"
From: bethyjen.reynolds@googlemail.com
Subject: Venturing

Darlings,

The time has come, the walrus said, and so on and so forth. It's the semi-annual trip back to Blighty to see the family and so on, and I leave tonight, getting back on the 26th, though for the love of everything holy don't expect sense out of me that day or the next.

You've all got my mobile number, just remember that it's going to cost you hideous amounts to use it. If you want to get hold of me, you all have my e-mail address - or you do now - or Gus can always get in contact if there's any kind of emergency.

Let me know if you want me to bring anything English back for you. Anything that customs won't seize, anyway, and anyone trying to get me arrested by suggesting anything like that again simply won't get it, thank you Lee.

Take care of each other,

Love,
Beth xx

Max came in with a thin, white, furry box.

It looked like a laptop with a fur cover. And really, it looked like that because it was.

Max was quietly in love, sitting down on the couch, and stroking it slowly.

Quinn had arranged to take a longer lunch than usual in case their discussion ran over, though he didn't really expect it to, since Lee had a set lunch; Quinlan just liked to be prepared.

He arrived early and waited for Lee.

Max had made dinner at the apartment: comfort food. Fried chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, biscuits, greens. He'd packed it all up to bring to Jethro's and had made Lee drive so he could text on their way over.

Then he'd curled up in his seat and yawned until they got to Jethro's. At which point he kissed Lee's shoulder and then got out of the car. "You ready?"

Lee came into the club and went straight to the bar. He'd developed an amazing taste for ice cubes since the night before and got himself a glass full of ice and some juice. Then he bothered to look around and noticed Beth, smiling brightly and giving her a cheerful wave.

Lee,

I found your email through the member directory. I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind meeting me for lunch. I want to apologize for my behavior at the munch and make it up to you somehow.

Quinn Scott

I'm really sorry.

The temperature Wednesday had dropped rapidly - from nearly 90 to right around 50 by the time the munch started, and the promise to drop below 40 overnight. The coffee shop doors were closed, hot chocolate and steamed drinks were selling well, and there was discussion about steamy kinksters amongst the employees. There was also the requisite bets - this week about how long it would be before someone suggested an inappropriate, dangerous use for fire.