Living around somebody who always has one thing on their mind can be a bit bothersome. Sometimes, the thing that’s on their mind can conflict with their actions and daily routines. However, if there’s some kind of compromise between you and the person, perhaps it won’t turn out so bad.
In Alexis’s case, living with a giant pervert does have its benefits, mostly knowing that she won’t have to worry about feeling unloved. Even if it means having to deal with an occasional booty grab. But when that kind of thing reaches her job, it’s a bit more embarrassing to try and deal with.
Better yet, more surprising based on who it’s coming from.
“Oi, Heather. Watch your back around Alexis. I heard she’s the dominate type.”
Heather’s fingers drop onto the keyboard and she look directly at me, shock in her eyes and her cheeks red with embarrassment, “W-What?!”
“Have your way with me!”
Let’s be honest: Nobody really wants to be called out in a bar for something stupid or embarrassing. Nobody wants to be called out for accidentally spilling their drink on themselves, or getting turned down by an attractive person for having bad breath. But there’s one thing that nobody should ever have to endure when at a booming, popular bar.
Nobody wants their parents to have a matching outfit and acting a fool of themselves. Sadly, for Elizabeth, that becomes a reality when her mother forced her to put on a certain shirt on their night out. The thing is, this was suppose to be Elizabeth’s night out, not a mother-daughter night.
“Do I really have to do this?”
Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel numerous pairs of eyes on her. And none of their gazes was part of her intentions, but because of her mother.
War is a form of art, a violent and dangerous one. Its tool are the men and women on the front lines, looking like both a hero and invading enemy from the outside perspective. The paint, blood and limbs from the fallen.
It’s never a pretty sight to behold with one’s eyes. Some can experience traumatic moments in life if they managed to survive. However, there are those who only tell fables in order to seem like a hero.
Or because they’re probably not old enough to enlist in the army yet.
“Damn it, Samson, you’re not gonna die on me! I won’t let you, that’s an order! If you disobey an order, I won’t hesitate to call the higher-ups!”
Nobody wants to look into their fridge and witness an undesired emptiness: no food to eat. A homeowner looking into an empty fridge is like an artist staring at a blank canvas or empty book: something should be there to cover up the empty space. For Samantha, an empty fridge would make it harder for her to create amazing dishes in the kitchen.
Heading out early in the morning to get some grocery shopping done for a few things, Sam’s trip goes from a simple grab and go, to a mission to sneak around being seen by a specific person.
Motivated by possibly getting praise and head pats for getting what Alexis asked for, Sam does everything she can to make sure everything ends in her favor. But like usual, she ends up forgetting something.
Huh, it’s not looking too bad in here. I should still start writing a list of things we need though so I don’t forget.
“Eggs, eggs, eggs… Did I write bread and milk on the list, too?”
In every relationship, there’s always two sides to everything. One side may focus on keeping the family together at home, while the other goes out to work. In this case, it’s Samantha holding down the fort while Alexis tries not to fall asleep behind the desk.
Even though Sam loves to tease her girlfriend with perverted remarks and gaming jokes, she knows when it’s time to get down to business around the house. That’s if she’s able to overcome the constant desire for laziness and video games.
No matter what though, she still wants to make sure that she provides the three main things she was taught in order to keep her girlfriend happy.
Oh shit, she caught onto something. I need to change the topic before she pries deeper!
With nothing to lose, I dive my hand straight in between her boobs and frantically feel around for one of her nipples, “Let me cop a feel!”
We continue on with the living situation with Mr. Takiyama, our normal day-to-day human resident, and his mystical creature roommate, Rei the Harpy. It’s that time of the year for Rei to being the usual changes for birds, but it seems more complicated than it should.
Normally, if she was around other harpies, it would be no issue because any problem they have would be solved in a matter of second. But since she’s with a human instead, things don’t turn out how they usually should.
And with feathers constantly falling off, Mr. Takiyama’s trying his best not to see certain things that he shouldn’t see.
“I don’t care what you say.”
“Does this mean it’s okay if I look at you while we’re talking right now?”
In case you forgot how things started, read their fated encounter in Winged Friend.
Time for another holiday family event. This time, ice cold beer and barbecuing will be the main event for today.
Surrounded by family and loved ones, it’s sure to be a fun time for all… except for the one person who didn’t want to even be there in the first place.
So many people can relate being dragged somewhere they don’t want to be…
“Yeah, and she told me she wasn’t going. Thus, I have no point in going.”
Nobody likes having to get up too early in the morning to do things; people like their sleeping time. Unfortunately, everybody will have those moments when they have to wake up earlier than usual to get something done.
But it’s even worse when you’re woken up early for something you never wanted to do nor had any interest in.
A Father and Son short drabble about one of the many “Rite of Passage” things to bring the sun into male adulthood.
Sleeping is one of life’s greatest luxuries. It’s both a way to help unwind after a stressful day and it takes you to a new realm of imagination. The only thing that can make it horrible is not being able to sleep.
Or being woken up extremely early in the morning for something trivial, preventing you from going back to sleep.
Sadly, that happens to Alexis after she agrees to do a favor for Samantha. Too bad she didn’t ask the right questions before agreeing. To make matters worse, she still has work in the morning.
Will Sam be able to stay awake from night to night, or will she crash and burn?
“What? Don’t tell me you’re a coffee hater?”
“I can’t stand it. I prefer tea over that black stuff. I’ve always been that way ever since I was a kid.”
“You sure we’re not somehow related? You’re more British than I am, and I’m from England.”
People always go out to bars and clubs to have a good time with friends and loved ones. Lively music, lively people, and an exciting environment, the nightlife is one that draws people in for good times.
Sometimes, even the ones who have to provide the service for the bar can get swept up in the raging excitement. Alcohol flying off of the shelves, mistakes being made into regrets, the people of the night see it all.
And the person who gets to have the biggest influence in what happens at night are the bartenders. They’re the ones getting people drunk, after all.
A young man in a nice white button-up jacket with a black undershirt approaches the counter, “Jack on the Rocks, please.”
However, I do want to see if he’ll be able to hold it together under certain circumstances, mostly getting his ass handed to him.
Working in a big office building will eventually get tiresome; staring at a screen all day, making phone calls and having meetings so many times will eventually ware a person out. It’s even worse when you have to deal with irresponsible clientele.
Aside from dealing with clients, every now and they, co-workers help out newcomers of the group to make sure they fully understand how to do the job to the best of their ability.
Then there are co-workers who really focus on the job too much, mostly focusing on what to do for the weekend.
“Yup. You’ve got ass.”
I can see a gleam in Eliza’s eyes when she says, “I bet you two role-play a student-teacher relationship when you’re about to fu–”
“Stop right there!”
I’ve finally reached my goal: The Black Void. I’ve traveled far and endured much, but I’m finally here. As much as I would like to avoid this incident, I sadly do now have a choice.
I must endure just a bit further before I can retire and retreat to my simple resting place.
I will make sure my engravings will not be in vain.
Armed with my white stick of power, I engrave sacred markings on it, moving as fast as I can. I can’t stand being in front of here.