[Nightlight]

[seeagreatergood]

Another day, another dollar, another drug lord deposed as he got off the boat from Central America. As ops go, this one went about as smoothly as you could ask for: sure, the boat was an hour and a half late, and sure there were some shots fired, but nobody died.

Auggie finally gets off work around nine -- practically early -- and heads down to the locker room to shower the stress away.

And gets the bar, instead.

Well, a beer is almost as good as a shower. He sweeps his laser cane over the floor once to check for waitrats, then heads towards the counter to order a drink.

Comments

[toblameforit]

Breathless with laughter: "I love you, man."

[seeagreatergood]

"If you ever do get a tattoo, let me just suggest you get it somewhere that's not between your shoulder blades. The itching'll drive you nuts."

[toblameforit]

"Okay, duly noted."

[seeagreatergood]

Auggie laughs and kisses his temple.

[toblameforit]

He beams and snuggles up again, the gigglefit having disturbed optimal cuddle configuration.

[seeagreatergood]

You know, Auggie never thought of himself as a cuddle fiend before meeting these two.

[toblameforit]

The boys will tend to have that effect!