A very Happy New Year to all!
Hope everyone survived the holiday season and 2017 is starting out with peace and joy.
I finished up my Great Holiday Show Binge Watch Extravaganza for the most part. Mainly single episode shows from a wide variety of dramas. I still have a couple of shows on my DVR that I'll watch after everyone goes back to school and work.
Started a binge watch of the reboot of Hawaii Five-0. After watching the Christmas episodes, I had enough interest to start the series. So far, I'm enjoying the reboot and started season two yesterday.
Looking forward to the return of my regular shows this month.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Running Dialog, a sexy short about the highs and lows of living with the person you work with.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Margo Miln and Del Lamberto, two of the remote outpost's best medics, argue all the time. Sometimes their rapid fire disagreements can be a pain… and occasionally their lively discussions lead to truly awesome things.
And a snippety peek…
Margo tossed back the clear alcohol, letting it slide down her throat. If she didn't want to maintain her credibility, she'd compliment Del on the mixture. She very much doubted she'd be able to top his latest recipe.
Del entered the Pit—they were going to laughingly call their quarters the head, but decided not to risk it—and flopped down on his cot. "What a day." He rolled to his side and propped his head on his hand. "What's the verdict? Is the swill top shelf or rot gut?" His gaze remained steady when it met hers.
Put on the spot, Margo answered honestly. "Top shelf, Del. It's ready to serve to the masses." She didn't have to tell him he'd made his best batch yet, right?
Del fist-pumped the air. "Yes. Great news!" He leaned over the edge of his cot. "The natives were getting a wee bit restless." He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress. "I'll go post a notice on the community board." Rising to his feet, he started for the door.
Margo jumped up. "Hey, wait. Let's make this a party. Something themed, like a luau or something retro-inspired." She caught up and followed Del out the door.
He glanced down. "Not sure that's a great idea. None of us brought along much." Making the turn, he entered the commons area. "But we could check the supply closet and see what's in there."
He grabbed a sheet of paper from the printer and started making a sign. Margo opened the supply closet and pulled out boxes left behind by other crews. After rifling around, she came up with an idea for the party. Several costumes had been tucked away and the assortment of decorations should prove more than enough to carry out the concept.
She dragged the crates to the middle of the floor. "So… I'm thinking—"
Del turned around. "Roaring twenties." He tacked the notice to the bulletin board.
Margo nodded. "Yeah, think speak easy and—"
Del snapped his fingers. "Bathtub gin."
Margo grinned. "Exactly." She separated some of the boxed items and made piles for the other crew members. "We'll drop these off outside quarters and tell everyone to add their own ideas to the theme." She couldn't wait to start turning the commons into a smoky gin joint.
Del gathered up the piles. "I'll drop these off. You get going with the decorations." He hustled toward the corridor. "Will a couple of hours do?"
Margo nodded. "Yep." She started moving chairs away from the large table in the center of the room. "Hurry back so you can help." She glanced up to see Del's middle finger provide his response.
But he'd be back in plenty of time. Del wouldn't leave her hanging.
Having fun figuring out where this one is going. Margo is a hoot to write.
That's it for this week. Happy reading!