#sagedelacroix

[text] So.

[text] A rather dashing man walked into a bar, in this case, Scandals, after a /very/ long day of helping his father with campaign related things. The bartender says to the man, “What are you having?” over and over again, without the intention of cutting him off, leading this rather dashing man to have one too many. This loss of self control resulted in very questionable decisions for the rest of the night.

[text] Long story short…

[text] I slept with your brother.

🚣  Take your muse for a quiet night out on the lake.

“Okay, you can look now.” Jeff shutting off the car and waiting for Sage to open her eyes. As the girl did, Jeff smiled to her. He had taken her to a lake not far from their homes. Stepping out, he opened the door for her as well. “I hope you like the water, I left my dad’s boat at the dock.” Walking down the hill to the docks, Jeff helped her to step in, untying it and pushing from the dock. Jeff motored them to the middle, shutting that engine down now too. Jeff walked over, handing the girl a glass, pouring some wine for her and sitting close. Jeff was gay but hey, he knew how to make a lady feel good too. “So what do you think?” he asked as they floated the quiet night away, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders as she sipped her wine.

Jeff didn’t know Sage all that well, but here they were. Their parents were in the other room, talking, business is all he could guess. The boy sat slumped on the couch as they watched some random movie. His siblings were more into it then it seemed both of them were. His eyes were heavy but he could stay awake, it would be rude to fall asleep on guests. 

The movie moving on, Jeff looked to floor, seeing his sibling had all fallen asleep which only made him smile. “They may be crazy but when they sleep they’re angels.” he joked to the other girl, letting out a yawn. He fought his eyes open as the movie changed to another, but he couldn’t fight it any longer. Slumping down, Jeff drifted. His arms crossed over his chest. 

It was the last one in the store, and it was on sale. Money was no object for Frannie, but this particular design had sold out each and every time she’d tried to get it. Now finally, finally, she had her hands on the dress, it was her size, and it was as beautiful as ever. Nothing could ruin this moment...

Until she heard her voice. 

“Hands Off!” 

“As much as I hate to do this to you, I’m afraid that’s just not possible.” Frannie answered with a bright, self-satisfied smile on her lips, “You see, I have waited far too long for this store to finally order in new stock and as you may be able to tell, I’m not letting it go now that I have my hands on it. So, if you wouldn’t mind moving out of my way, that would be amazing.”

Just as the crack came, Jeff heard the warning and jumped out of the way. Looking to find the source, he smiled to see Sage there. Jeff waved to her. “Thank you, that could have been bad.” Shaking his head as he tried to stop the shaking in his hands. 

[text] Whoa whoa hold up why are we jumping straight to smashing a computer?

[text] I mean I’m in no doubt, but I just wanted to make sure there was nothing else we could do

[text] They say money doesn’t buy happiness.

[text] Let me clarify. It’s poor people who say money can’t buy happiness.

[text] I’m not poor, I’m rich. Thus I’m happy.

[text] It’s nice being a Smythe.