Sequelitis.

She grinned over her glass. “I really, really like this, you know. This atmosphere, being able to sit down and just drink with you.”
“Even if we’re both only permitted non-alcoholic beverages?”
“Even if we’re both only permitted non-alcoholic beverages.” She said, and blushed. “Sorry.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Hart said, and grinned at her mischeviously. “I would’ve liked to see you drunk though.”
“Not like you drink yourself.”
“No, not often.” He looked reasonably thoughtful for a moment. “Though I guess I’m more inclined as to what my company prefers.”

Watching him go through all of this pain; these memories – it was, to say the very least, slightly overwhelming. But then again, I’d asked, and he hadn’t denied me an answer.

“So tell me again, how did you find me?” she teased, looking at him in a way that suggested she was more than enjoying their reunion. “I thought I hid fairily decently.”
“You did, actually. It was just kind of by chance that I saw you on the subway.”
“I always wanted to see New York,” she said wistfully, and I could see Hart examining her hazy glaze.
“Yes, but this is the closest thing to it in my opinion. The hustle and the chaos with that kind of peacefulness that only can be found in the corners of big cities.”
They both paused for a moment in a comfortable reverie, sipping from the glasses.
“This is good,” she said at last, smiling over at Hart. “I’m glad you found me again.”
He nodded, smiling back easily. “I’m glad I found you too, Alesia. It’s been a long time.”
She chuckled and took a sip of her drink. “Remember when you and I first…”

The dream abruptly cut off, and I was suddenly back at the kitchen table, facing dark, brooding eyes the color of the scotch he was sipping.
“It was bad,” he admitted. “It was very bad, and for a long time.”

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That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Along with the Writer's Block that seems to plague me every year, I've suddenly developed the urge to write a second book first --- AND THERE WASN'T GOING TO BE ANY FREAKING OTHER STORY.

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Brain -----> Leave of Absence.

UM. Kay. So. I've reinstalled Trillian, so it *should* be working right again, and I know now how to wipe and reinstate a computer. It's awesome and makes me feel super-righteously powerfu;.

I have to memorize a script for Friends by Monday. I'm the Numero Uno Pheobe. Rock on. :)

...BUT WHY DOES SHE TALK SO MUCH?

Anywho.

I think I may just randomly work around on this sequel thing. I'm NOT winning NaNo this year, trust me, but at least I can still write something. :P

Love, peace, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!