I was hoping to finish this o/s in time to submit it to the HP Owned fest, but it grew too big for me to even attempt to submit in time. So I'm still working away and writing it. This scene always makes me laugh, though maybe it's just because of my crackpot sense of humour.
“You coming to the get together next week, Evans? Now the little brats are at home for the summer, you have no reason not to.”
Harry snorted and rolled his eyes good naturedly. “They’re not brats, Lev. They’re young children. And I enjoy my work, just like you enjoy working with nutcases like me on a daily basis.”
“I resent that. I do not enjoy it. You nutters just pay well.” Lev barked out a rough laugh and Harry grinned. Yes, Levi was a good friend, no matter what Dolores thought, and he always had Harry’s back. He’d introduced Harry to more than enough good, trustworthy Doms over the past year, and though none of them had quite worked out, for reasons Harry couldn’t explain to them without actually sounding like a nutter, he hadn’t given up, and even played the role of Dom for Harry when he really needed it.
“Yes, I’m going to come, you made me promise, remember? Who knows, I might even find what I’m looking for this time.”
“Ah, yes, the link to your elusive former life before Dolores found you wandering around shitty Bitteswell by yourself and took you under her extremely flabby, pink, wool swaddled wing.”
“Lev!” Harry choked on a laugh as Levi grinned unashamedly.
“I’m telling you, that woman wears too much pink. It’s like she’s a four year old trapped inside an eighty year old’s body.”
“Dolores is only just about to reach fifty.”
“She doesn’t look it. But enough about old toad face, just thinking about her makes my dick want to shrivel up and fall off. Make sure you look your best. A friend of mine is going to come down. I think you’ll like him. I know you said you don’t like red heads in a sexual or romantic sense, but I think he might just change your mind.”
Harry groaned and Lev tsked. “I’ll see you tomorrow for golf, or did you want to do cricket instead? I might be able to get a few guys together, see if we can get a whole team. Maybe a little bit of footie?”
“Yeah, whatever, you pick. Just know that you won’t win no matter what we play.”
“Ah, shut it, Evans. I kick your arse every time we play football.”
“Only penalty shoot outs!”
“It still counts!” Lev laughed as Harry chucked a hand towel in his direction half-heartedly. “See you tomorrow, loser.”
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Date: 2013-10-02 05:54 pm (UTC)“You coming to the get together next week, Evans? Now the little brats are at home for the summer, you have no reason not to.”
Harry snorted and rolled his eyes good naturedly. “They’re not brats, Lev. They’re young children. And I enjoy my work, just like you enjoy working with nutcases like me on a daily basis.”
“I resent that. I do not enjoy it. You nutters just pay well.” Lev barked out a rough laugh and Harry grinned. Yes, Levi was a good friend, no matter what Dolores thought, and he always had Harry’s back. He’d introduced Harry to more than enough good, trustworthy Doms over the past year, and though none of them had quite worked out, for reasons Harry couldn’t explain to them without actually sounding like a nutter, he hadn’t given up, and even played the role of Dom for Harry when he really needed it.
“Yes, I’m going to come, you made me promise, remember? Who knows, I might even find what I’m looking for this time.”
“Ah, yes, the link to your elusive former life before Dolores found you wandering around shitty Bitteswell by yourself and took you under her extremely flabby, pink, wool swaddled wing.”
“Lev!” Harry choked on a laugh as Levi grinned unashamedly.
“I’m telling you, that woman wears too much pink. It’s like she’s a four year old trapped inside an eighty year old’s body.”
“Dolores is only just about to reach fifty.”
“She doesn’t look it. But enough about old toad face, just thinking about her makes my dick want to shrivel up and fall off. Make sure you look your best. A friend of mine is going to come down. I think you’ll like him. I know you said you don’t like red heads in a sexual or romantic sense, but I think he might just change your mind.”
Harry groaned and Lev tsked. “I’ll see you tomorrow for golf, or did you want to do cricket instead? I might be able to get a few guys together, see if we can get a whole team. Maybe a little bit of footie?”
“Yeah, whatever, you pick. Just know that you won’t win no matter what we play.”
“Ah, shut it, Evans. I kick your arse every time we play football.”
“Only penalty shoot outs!”
“It still counts!” Lev laughed as Harry chucked a hand towel in his direction half-heartedly. “See you tomorrow, loser.”
“Tosser.”
“Not since Emily came on the scene.”