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Lee Jordan ([info]_riverofjordan) wrote in [info]veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-09-06 00:00:00
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Tag to Aidan
Who Lee and Aidan
Where Lee's place
When Around early noon or early afternoon
What Gawdy furniture and music.

At the moment, Lee had all of his old furniture piled into a vague corner of his living-room because he did not want their out-of-style-ness taking away from his awesome new set while he waited for Aidan to arrive.

Between setting down into his nouveau riche lifestyle and remodeling the crap out of his condo, Lee had also went out a got himself some kitchenware that normal people would never even consider about purchasing. One of them was this thing called a "banana hammock," which at first Lee had to admit struck some pretty R rated images in his head, then he realized that he was twenty-five year old and that was uncalled for. Anyway, Lee had spent the morning cleaning out the last of remnants of his old living-room, including getting rid of a carpet that had molded over and Lee would not have realized that unless he turned it over, purposefully or by accident. Either way, Lee felt that was slightly disconcerting.

Standing in his kitchen, Lee had the TV going- one of the few muggle items he had in his house because really, once one had experienced high-definition, one was never going back- watching some soap show in which some woman was cheating on her current husband with the neighbor, not knowing that they were actually cousins while her current husband was trying to fight off bad debts and the mafia coming to whip his arse. The story was a bit convoluted, but Lee understood that much. He bit into a banana, eyes drifting toward his kitchen floor tiles, feeling the familiar urge to get rid of them in exchange for beautiful mahogany coloured hard wood.


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