|[Subconsciously scoots closer to the source of heat that is Feyre Archeron.]|

|[Brims tug into a sleepy grin, nuzzling features in the crook of Feyre Archeron's neck.]| Hi..

|| At the bar with a bunch of clients. What's going on..

We need more dicks in this family. Don't let it be over run by girls. Get to it, men. Join us.

Yeah, shouldn't be too far of a drive from here, Elle Salvatore. |[Slips into the car with ease, buckling up my seatbelt and casting a --

-- sideway glance Elle Salvatore's way.]| Ready?

I should probably stop napping during the day and start sleeping at night.

|[Watching J.R. Hunter through narrowed oculars.]| What's that for?

|[Collapses beside Feyre Archeron.]|

|[Snakes arms around Feyre Archeron' midsection.]| Always.

|[The corners of my mouth etch upwards, allowing digits to wander up and down the length of Feyre Archeron's spine in a soothing manner.]|

|| Who came up with 8:00am - 6:30pm shifts?

I'd have to start doubting our friendship, J.R. Hunter.

Good. |[The corners of my mouth twitch upwards, body nestling into J.R. Hunter's side.]|

I miss youuuuu Elle Salvatore

I know right? |[Casts a grin Elle Salvatore's way, digits wandering over the leather of the seat appreciatively.]| Take a right on the --

-- next intersection, Elle Salvatore. Then go straight ahead until you see a blue building and that's where you take another right. --

-- It's not too far from here Elle Salvatore

|[Sprawls out across the entirety of Khloi C. Crosswell's bed.]|

The longer I stay off this account the weirder I feel using it again.