"HONEY!" The bellow ricocheted into every alcove, cranny, and nook. Thunderous. Merry. Swathed with wine and laced with slur. It skipped, as a stone set off along a lucid, glittering lake underneath the bold, effulgent sun. The beat of a few drumming reverberations struck his ribcage and he laughed. The sound of his laughter, a chuckle, that seemed both to worry and inspire Heaven. "You're home!"
Vince fumbled out of where he'd been concealing himself. Actually, it was the couches fault for obscuring him from view. And fumbled wouldn't be as accurate as tumbled. Having just hit the send button to the forums, he'd slid his powerbook onto the coffee table nearby. The silver apple product a clean and floating, capped tooth on top the clear glass. Withering to the floor as prettily as a prematurely plucked flower, he got back up and righted himself swiftly and beautifully. His cheeks ruddy with glee and wine.
"Get it? Even when I come home I can say it! Since it's your name, meowmix!" He approached her, arms out and with only a slight waver. Wine of course made one happy, not disorderly. "I'm the fountain of youth. The more one indulges in smiles, laughter, thinks ecstatic thoughts, the longer they're preserved." And, eyes heavily-lidded and happy, he embraced her.