We're stayin' home. On the property, not necessarily in the house. We bought food to concoct several awesome gourmet meals, and we three were goin' to party like there was no tomorrow. Basically that meant; gang up on the cookin', scarf, screw and hike. Well, and share kettles of tay on the verandah, or snuggle in front of the fireplace. . .with more tay.
We weren't into gettin' drunk, and such. The mullethead didn't drink at all, I had two bottles of mead since I'd gotten here eight months ago, and my mentor had one bottle of wine since then over a course of a week. No point to doin' any drugs, either. Like what was there to escape from? We kept it simple. Then I could look forward to eventually not seein' any light at 4:00 AM. Gods, I hated that.
Now, the three of us were gonna go for a walk out back as soon as I get my arse out of this chair.
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