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Honest Eyes + Hungry Lies - 02/03Spencer was the one who came home after The Lunch. (They capitalized it after the fact, after they had realized the full important of the conversation that had taken place over the burger and fries.)
Brendon was sitting on the couch, idling flipping through channels, when the front door opened. “How did it go?” he asked, looking up from the TV to find Spencer standing in the doorway. “Where’s Ryan?”
It wasn’t that he was surprised to see Spencer—after all, Brendon had given him the spare key himself—but he was surprised to not see Ryan come home. Even if Brendon was technically the sole renter of the apartment, Ryan had long since moved in and, cluttering the place with his belongings, made it his home too.
“Not here,” Spencer answered in a cross voice.
“Well, yes. Thank you, Captain Obvious,” replied Brendon, just as testy. “But why isn’t he here?”
Spencer narrowed his eyes, like he was about to
Honest Eyes + Hungry Lies - 01She had the biggest eyes he had ever seen. The type of brown that people liked to term “honest,” rimmed with dark eyeliner, and so impossibly big. (Bigger even that Ryan’s, Brendon thought. Maybe.)
She was smoking a cigarette when he first saw her, and when she noticed him looking, she winked at him.
Brendon felt his mouth go dry. “Alex,” he muttered, tugging desperately on the sleeve of the man standing next to him. “Alex, who is that girl?”
Alex turned to follow Brendon’s gaze, and when he saw who Brendon was looking, he broke out into a wide grin. “That’s Z,” he told Brendon in a low voice, before waving a hand and calling, “Oy! Zeezerizer!”
Z sauntered over and blew smoke in Alex’s face by way of greeting. “Who’re your friends?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah! Z, this is Ryan, Brendon, Jon, and Spencer.” Alex pointed to each of them in turn. “Guys, meet the indelible Z Berg
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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