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On a cheerful note, I have kept picking away on writing things, and mostly because I got a few sweet notes on Found Cat etc. over the last couple of weeks, I did manage to get off my duff and incorporate the Bodhi/Cassian thing with it, and so the minor roadblock I hit in the B/C story is solved by just writing a sequel to the last installment of Found Cat, so they’re going to cross over after all.
Finn had never actually seen Poe in the outfit before. He’d seen it on the hanger, so he knew it was ornate; the base fabric was black, but the lapels of the jacket and the sleeves were heavily ornamented with silver braid, as were the sides of the trousers. But that hadn’t really prepared him for how good Poe looked in it.
“He looks like a doll,” Iolo marveled.
“His ass looks amazing,” Jess said.
“His ass looks really amazing,” Finn said, unable not to stare at it. The jacket made his shoulders look even broader than they were, and showed off his slim midriff beautifully.
“The hat is ridiculous though,” Iolo said.
“Excuse me,” someone said to Finn, touching his arm, “are you waiting for anyone or can I steal your last two chairs?”
“I think this is all of us,” Finn said, looking up at a slightly-built man with a black coat and strikingly large dark eyes. He tapped Iolo’s shoulder. ‘We’re not waiting for anybody else, are we?”
“No,” Iolo said, “oh, please, sit,” and gestured to the man.
The man grinned, a sweet and bright expression, and gestured to someone across the room. “Thanks,” he said. “We didn’t think it’d fill up in here so fast.”
He sat down next to Finn, and Iolo leaned over to say, “Your accent is really cool, where are you from?”
“London,” the man said.
“Oh cool,” Iolo said.
“Shh,” Jess said, “guys, they’re starting!”
Finn recognized instantly that the tiny woman next to Poe must be Marisol, and the tall woman behind Poe was Julie. Marisol had been speaking, a few words, but now the band was playing. The newcomer to their table’s companion joined him– a hawk-nosed man in a fur-hooded parka who shed the coat immediately and smiled sort of shyly at Finn as he sat down. Onstage, Poe and Marisol were singing in very pretty harmony.
“I can’t believe of all the things to do in this town you insisted on bringing me to a mariachi show,” the parka guy said to his friend, who laughed. The parka guy had an accent like Kes’s. “Of all things.”
“It looks cool,” the first guy said, laughing. “And it sounds pretty. Now hush, these people are actually here to listen.”
The parka guy rolled his eyes, but glanced over at Finn and smiled apologetically.
On a cheerful note, I have kept picking away on writing things, and mostly because I got a few sweet notes on Found Cat etc. over the last couple of weeks, I did manage to get off my duff and incorporate the Bodhi/Cassian thing with it, and so the minor roadblock I hit in the B/C story is solved by just writing a sequel to the last installment of Found Cat, so they’re going to cross over after all.
Finn had never actually seen Poe in the outfit before. He’d seen it on the hanger, so he knew it was ornate; the base fabric was black, but the lapels of the jacket and the sleeves were heavily ornamented with silver braid, as were the sides of the trousers. But that hadn’t really prepared him for how good Poe looked in it.
“He looks like a doll,” Iolo marveled.
“His ass looks amazing,” Jess said.
“His ass looks really amazing,” Finn said, unable not to stare at it. The jacket made his shoulders look even broader than they were, and showed off his slim midriff beautifully.
“The hat is ridiculous though,” Iolo said.
“Excuse me,” someone said to Finn, touching his arm, “are you waiting for anyone or can I steal your last two chairs?”
“I think this is all of us,” Finn said, looking up at a slightly-built man with a black coat and strikingly large dark eyes. He tapped Iolo’s shoulder. ‘We’re not waiting for anybody else, are we?”
“No,” Iolo said, “oh, please, sit,” and gestured to the man.
The man grinned, a sweet and bright expression, and gestured to someone across the room. “Thanks,” he said. “We didn’t think it’d fill up in here so fast.”
He sat down next to Finn, and Iolo leaned over to say, “Your accent is really cool, where are you from?”
“London,” the man said.
“Oh cool,” Iolo said.
“Shh,” Jess said, “guys, they’re starting!”
Finn recognized instantly that the tiny woman next to Poe must be Marisol, and the tall woman behind Poe was Julie. Marisol had been speaking, a few words, but now the band was playing. The newcomer to their table’s companion joined him– a hawk-nosed man in a fur-hooded parka who shed the coat immediately and smiled sort of shyly at Finn as he sat down. Onstage, Poe and Marisol were singing in very pretty harmony.
“I can’t believe of all the things to do in this town you insisted on bringing me to a mariachi show,” the parka guy said to his friend, who laughed. The parka guy had an accent like Kes’s. “Of all things.”
“It looks cool,” the first guy said, laughing. “And it sounds pretty. Now hush, these people are actually here to listen.”
The parka guy rolled his eyes, but glanced over at Finn and smiled apologetically.
