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the_best_sister) wrote2024-09-05 10:58 pm
the_best_sister) wrote2024-09-05 10:58 pm
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Lighthouse Cottage - Friday Evening
Outside on the picket fence of the Lighthouse Cottage, a simple sign was tacked up:
Come inside and help with IKEA construction.
Free booze!
Free food!
Way too friendly dog!
Inside, the promise was kept. If your idea of food and booze was stacks of pizza boxes and mostly cheap beer and hard liquor.
Yelena had spent most of the week fixing up the place, but the IKEA shipment had only arrived yesterday, so the furniture was still a work in progress. The walls and ceilings were freshly painted white, but the carpet, drapes, and lighting in the two-bedroom cottage were a riot of mismatched colors. It was like someone had thrown a Jackson Pollock painting into a blender with that psychedelic boat trip from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
And right in the middle of this chaotic, colorful mess was Yelena, sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by half-assembled IKEA furniture and discarded instructions. She’d been at it all day, and it showed. She’d given up on any hope of a put-together look, dressed only in a tank top and athletic shorts, her hair a tangled mess falling into her face.
The living room was mostly done, there was a dining room table standing on its own four legs, and one bed was finally put together in the bedroom. But there were still stacks of flat-pack boxes waiting to test her patience. At this point, it was just about survival.
And maybe, bribing people with enough booze to help finish the rest…
[Open to all. Up early because I might have a hectic morning. ]
Allen Wrench Party
Come inside and help with IKEA construction.
Free booze!
Free food!
Way too friendly dog!
Inside, the promise was kept. If your idea of food and booze was stacks of pizza boxes and mostly cheap beer and hard liquor.
Yelena had spent most of the week fixing up the place, but the IKEA shipment had only arrived yesterday, so the furniture was still a work in progress. The walls and ceilings were freshly painted white, but the carpet, drapes, and lighting in the two-bedroom cottage were a riot of mismatched colors. It was like someone had thrown a Jackson Pollock painting into a blender with that psychedelic boat trip from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
And right in the middle of this chaotic, colorful mess was Yelena, sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by half-assembled IKEA furniture and discarded instructions. She’d been at it all day, and it showed. She’d given up on any hope of a put-together look, dressed only in a tank top and athletic shorts, her hair a tangled mess falling into her face.
The living room was mostly done, there was a dining room table standing on its own four legs, and one bed was finally put together in the bedroom. But there were still stacks of flat-pack boxes waiting to test her patience. At this point, it was just about survival.
And maybe, bribing people with enough booze to help finish the rest…
[Open to all. Up early because I might have a hectic morning. ]
Re: Mingle and Make Furniture
"I, at least, was invited," he informed the room sulkily.
Re: Mingle and Make Furniture
"My wife is here, so I was invited by extension, which means they're invited by extension," he said.
Rook understood the concept of stranger danger, but Lucky didn't, and approached Boston with the excited sniffing of someone seeing a new friend.
Re: Mingle and Make Furniture
"No," he informed Lucky. "Absolutely not."
"Hey, I was also invited by extension," Adrian said, making his way over in an attempt to defuse the situation. "Yelena likes Boston better, in no small part because she and I are fighting over the merits of roombas over brooms for flight. Hi there!" He offered Clint a hand. "Adrian Blackwood. And that's Boston. Forgive him, he's getting a little peopled out."
"Not people," Boston muttered.
Re: Mingle and Make Furniture
Lucky understood people language enough to know that a lick might not be a good idea, but a sniff and a shake to share the wealth of his fur was surely a kind gesture!
Re: Mingle and Make Furniture
Well, he'd met Don in class on Monday, but if they'd both forgotten that, it didn't count.
"Although from some of the things I've heard, the under a rock could be literal...?" He'd heard about the TV-heads now. He was assuming nothing.
For a minute, Boston looked like someone had put a piece of cheese on his head. And then he was trying to bap Lucky on the nose with his paw. But he was behaving! No claws! Basically being a saint!