#ravasz

it's been a good night. hours earlier, up on the stage, albeit brief, it was just jude, and they could feel the energy radiating, how their music was resonating through the crowd, that they were liking what he was doing. now, hours later, they still feel that buzz, as well as the exhaustion in their bones, lying face down on the couch, wings spanning to each side, just as tired as the rest of them, if not more. while lying like this looks quite bizarre, it's the most comfortable; the tip of one wing brushes the ground, the other is propped on the back of the couch. when they hear the telltale noise of keys and a lock being turned, they hold up one hand to wave. "hey—" the voice is muffled, before they prop their head up on the pillow, partially seeing the entrance. "i got leftovers from the show tonight. i don't know what though. didn't check."

"Don't  interrupt  me,  I'm  getting  to  the  good  part!"  She  gave  an  exasperated  huff,  but  it  was  quickly  displaced  by  a  wide  grin,  because  she  couldn't  do  anything  else  when  Martyn  was  around.  When  times  were  slow  in  the  book  shop  (and  let's  face  it,  they  were  never  really  busy  thanks  to  Amazon)  she  loved  to  have  them  visit,  making  the  time  fly  by,  even  if  it  did  mean  she'd  shirk  responsibilities.  "And  I  don't  want  to  hear  a  single  thing  about  what  I'm  reading.  I'm  doing  a  series  on  the  whole  Ice  Planet  Barbarians  series,  this  is  classic-fucking-literature  compared  to  that."  She  slipped  her  book  mark  between  the  pages,  tucking  the  sordid  romance  underneath  the  counter.  "If  one  more  person  comes  in  asking  for  A  Court  of  Thorns  and  Roses  thinking  it  has  actual  spice,  then  I'm  quitting.  Just,  like,  on  the  spot.  No  more."  She  shook  her  head,  loose  curls  flying.  "So,  spill.  Who's  arrived  at  the  resort  so  far?  Anyone  interesting?"

Nádas Péter: Egy csalàdregény vége

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