#sparksofdaylight

Not a lot of cash...

Of course there never was, she didn’t make a habit of carrying it.  Bad habit for someone like her, even if nobody was likely to actually know how much she was carrying.  Besides, all she needed was enough for the hotels and travel and such, then the little extra for fun.  This wasn’t fun though, this was work.  Or help with work.

She had a gig tonight and had found she’d definitely left her pick...somewhere.  Maybe it’d fallen out on the plane, maybe she’d left it on a table or a nightstand...gone.  And she needed it for tonight because her pockets were quite skint.

Luckily the thrift store happened to have one.  She’d paid just a couple of cents for it, hardly anything.  It was worn, but it’d still work.  If not, eh.  She’d played without one before, her fingers bore the callouses to prove it.

“Here comes the sun, little darling...”

“I am fine. Really. It was a tiny faint” Symphony assured the little nursing aid fussing over him, all smiles and polite given the situation, but he’s taking that little paper cup of cold water to put the young lad at ease and maybe a small pulse of magic to go fawn over other patients who actually needed care.

He’d had a long night curbing some thrall who were a little too cocky, and before that he’d been grading papers and assignments during the day so ... Yeah. Okay. Maybe he forgot to eat something and his body had a little ... ‘Blip’ of lost consciousness but he was fine! Grab a packaged fruit salad from the cafeteria on his way out and he’d be dandy to return to class by lunch break.

Oh. Oh no. It was Barbara Lake! ... I bet that little bugger Jim had texted her!

Vax had wanted to tell Vex’ahlia that himself and Keyleth would be arriving at Whitestone a week early, but it was his lovely wife’s idea to surprise his sister. And since he loved pranking her, he was all for it. This was a harmless prank and he knew that his sister would be too happy to see him to really get mad over the little white lie he had told her. At least, that was what he hoped would happen.

Sure enough, when they arrived in Whitestone and she ran straight for him, he held open his arms and wrapped them around her, holding her tightly and smiling widely enough that his face hurt. “Hey, Stubby.” He said warmly.

@sparksofdaylight​ gets a plotted group verse starter

Everything was going perfectly, but even if it wasn’t, Jane would still be thrilled with the night. Dinner was a triumph, dishes were easily done, and Reggie was still here. Not that he ever missed a Christmas Eve with the Bennets and her mother’s family. She smiled from ear to ear, finding her spot in the crowded living room around the tree right next to Reggie, near her younger cousins, who couldn’t seem to leave him alone. It would be time to exchange gifts soon, and Jane had the perfect thing for Reggie. She had only been working on it for the last few months.

She just settled in when her father called to her, serious and stern. Never a good sign. The eldest Bennet daughter stood, smoothing out her red gingham skirt. Her father held the phone, and Jane held out her hand to take it from him, but he shook his head.

“It’s for Reggie, Janey.”

“Who is it?” Jane tilted her head to the side. Her father rubbed the bald spot on the top of his head, meaning it didn’t truly matter who it was. It was bad news.

“Mrs. Patterson.” Luke’s mom? Jane opened her mouth, but her father shook his head. “Take him to the kitchen. Stay with him, dear.” Her father motioned her off with a nod of his head. Jane crept through the crowd, tapping on Reggie’s shoulder.

Peggy watches with a critical eye as Vex drains the dregs of the wine, a slightly bemused look on her face as the other woman fills her cup to near overflowing. Sure, she could be annoyed, but then...

Peggy gets off the sofa and goes into the kitchen with a laugh. “And yet here’s what incredibly sexy of me,” she says, opening the refrigerator and emerging victorious, “A second bottle.”