Misha Rose (scotsmanmoo) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-12-05 09:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-24 |
He's a P-I-M-P
Who: Hamish, Open to anybody
Where: The Mudhouse
When: Late morning
Hamish was, as usual, in full form as he strolled down the street, whistling to himself and stretching his long legs. He was wearing a lavender pantsuit today, tailored for his thin and lengthy frame and sporting a mint green lapel, cuffs, and pocket liners. His steeply V-necked shirt was pushing the limits of civilized clothing, and strands of lilac and mint colored beads were threaded into his hair, poking their way out of a lilac colored hat with white and silver feathers pointing from one side.
He'd been singing "P-I-M-P" as he walked down the street, in a great mood after his lovely night with Hier, but after a mother gave him a dirty look and ushered her two children across the street and away from him Hamish realized that a Wednesday morning street probably wasn't the best place to tease about the profession, especially not when he was wearing his favorite Pimp Suit - spring edition.
So the tune changed, and the jovial Scotsman wandered till he found someplace that looked like it might sell nice drinks. "Oh what a beautiful moooooornin'," he swung around a lamppost by one hand before moving into the establishment. "Oh what a beautiful daaaay...." He went up to the counter and stared up at the menu wideeyed before ordering a complicated and expensive coffee. "I've got a wonderful feeling-" he took his expensive and complicated coffee to the bar, still singing to himself, determined to finish the chorus before his butt hit the seat. "Everything's going my way!" Thump! He chuckled to himself as he sat heavily and then leaned in to smell the wonderful mix or sugar and caffiene and cinnamon.
"Och, Hamish, your hips are going to shoot straight out till you're wide as you are tall," he chided himself softly, then took the straw and dragged it across his tongue, the whip creme tasting wonderful with its seasonings. He sighed happily. "But for a wee bit of pleasure, why no'?"