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Off NightMat ought to have been an actor. He had a smile that seemed sincere no matter how full of rage he was. Behind a cash register, that came in very handy!Off Night by JoeyLiverwurst
Paul was a good guy, too. As much as Mat wanted to blame him, he lacked legitimate basis. Chris couldn't come into work last minute, and Paul couldn't find anyone else to take the shift. Against his better judgment, Mat agreed and hated himself for it.
Only six hours, Mat reminded himself: shorter than any school day. Before he knew it, he could go home and—oh, yeah, he hadn't gone inside yet.
Forgetting his signature smile, Mat entered the café and stomped past the counter for an apron.
"Toodle-oo," chirped the new girl, already halfway to the door.
Mat put on Led Zeppelin and tried not to feel sorry for himself. It wasn't that big a deal. It was just one night. He didn't have a hot date or a ticket to some expensive event. Besides, there were… eight people in line he hadn't noticed until right now. Awkward.
Still Time"Thanks again for coming here with me," George gushed. He kept turning to hoist his son onto his shoulders, then remembering his son was easily twice his size.Still Time by JoeyLiverwurst
"Don't mention it," Trevor returned.
The landing looked the same as George had remembered after all these years. Well, almost the same. Maybe starting to show its years, but heh, so was he. All right, so not quite the same. Actually really run down. George winced.
Trevor wore a poker face, but just then he broke into a whistle.
"It's better around breakfast than lunch, but I'm just glad you could come at all. Thanks again," George babbled.
"Don't mention it," Trevor murmured. "I mean, you're welcome. Dad."
"This'll be just like old times! We'll sit, and fish, and stop and have sandwiches, except Tessie made them instead of your mother."
"Yeah. I love you, Dad."
They situated themselves on the dock, and George set down a blanket and arranged their equipment on it. Trevor tried to help, but George had a system and stuck to it, so
The Mythical Kelpie CreatureI have been interests in Kelpie creature for a while ever since I first heard of them but don't often read or hear about them other then on DA.The Mythical Kelpie Creature by SassyDragon18
So, I would like to show you the pictures (their often show in horse form in) that I found on DA.
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Commission Infos of Dex-n-Sassy 2Hi Sassy of :iconDex-n-Sassy: here to tell everyone that Point Commissions are open!Commission Infos of Dex-n-Sassy 2 by Dex-n-Sassy
Price for "Picture of Your Choice Made Base" of your choice is 40
This kind of commission will be done by Sassy.
Sassy will do a Base (your choice of what kind that Sassy use) to make a character of your choice.
Sassy will NOT make any nake pictures.
Price for "Weapons Drawings" of your choice is 50
We will do a drawing of weapons of your choice, with the choice of color or without color.
Price for "Literature Author Tags" of your choice is 60
We will make a Literature Author Tag of your choice.
Send us a note on how your Literature Author Tag like to be.
Price for "Anthro Drawings" of your choice is 70
Dinner GuestDinner Guest by JoeyLiverwurst
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i
Closed SessionFlorida! Why did it have to be Florida?Closed Session by JoeyLiverwurst
Joe hated Florida. Tourist traps and old people too stupid to read a ballot. As a result, eight years of George W. Bush, although it did lead to some pretty good music.
Joe had wanted to go to North Carolina. He had heard wonders about Charlotte barbecue and Research Triangle Park, but North Carolina was the worst state for unions. Hardly anybody was attending the convention over it. So, Florida it was.
Maybe he could get a big juicy story no one else could. Catch delegates drunk or doing drugs, really hard drugs. With hookers. That would be the ticket, and he could move up to some bigger, better paper.
He called out to a cabbie. "Hola! Donde es el convention center?"
"Get in," instructed the driver.
"Yo soy journalista," Joe gushed. "Te gusta los taxis?"
"Oh. All right."
The car left the airport.
"You know today's cancelled, right?"
"Mmm, heard something about that. Maybe I can still catch them saying something shocking, thoug
Never Too OldNever Too Old by JoeyLiverwurst
"That was the lamest one yet!" Glenn snickered.
"It was pretty bad," Kevin admitted, "but not as bad as Strawberry Shortcake."
"Thanks for reminding me. Yeah, that was even worse."
"Good candy, though."
"Mmm," Glenn assented through a mouthful of Skittles.
The zombie and the pirate approached the little blue house and followed an arrow to the back door.
"Betcha this one sucks," Glenn said as he pressed the doorbell. Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal a short flight of stairs.
"Trick or treat?" Kevin asked hopefully.
A meaty paw reached around the door, and Glenn did a spit-take. A diminutive werewolf emerged from the house and howled for dramatic effect.
"What are you supposed to be, Curious George?" Glenn scoffed.
The werewolf howled again and held out a plastic pumpkin brimming with sweets. Kevin carefully selected a Butterfinger, whereas Glenn grabbed whatever would fit in his sticky gray hand.
"Thanks," Kevin mumbled.
The werewolf barked, and two rivulets of drool fell onto the