it is a place called sphealys in olive vine 2 o clock p m be there OR be square -love JW
That was what showed up in Lust's inbox a grand week after their first meeting. It had almost been long enough to suggest he'd conveniently forgotten. He hadn't provided any directions and if she couldn't find him, that was her own damn fault.
When Lust eventually did find Sphealy's, it was not a dive bar or even a little mom and pop place. The sign, windows, discarded cups in the entry way, and seat backs all displayed a cartoony smiling Spheal with a disproportionately small face wearing a fire fighter hat. The floor was tiled white and blue and the patronage included primarily children happily fishing cheap toys out of their food bags, incredibly tired parents, and a few old people with coffee and newspapers. The counters, fryers, and walk-up window were all manned by anxious pimply teens. Through the back glass a shoddily constructed plastic tube structure could be seen.
JW had somehow managed to fit himself into a booth with those long legs of his. It was easy for him to spot Lust as she contrasted with the atmosphere and when he did, he flashed her a winning, shit-eating rin.
There was a lit candle in the middle of the table dripping wax onto one of the free coloring sheets.
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2 o clock p m
be there OR be square
-love JW
That was what showed up in Lust's inbox a grand week after their first meeting. It had almost been long enough to suggest he'd conveniently forgotten. He hadn't provided any directions and if she couldn't find him, that was her own damn fault.
When Lust eventually did find Sphealy's, it was not a dive bar or even a little mom and pop place. The sign, windows, discarded cups in the entry way, and seat backs all displayed a cartoony smiling Spheal with a disproportionately small face wearing a fire fighter hat. The floor was tiled white and blue and the patronage included primarily children happily fishing cheap toys out of their food bags, incredibly tired parents, and a few old people with coffee and newspapers. The counters, fryers, and walk-up window were all manned by anxious pimply teens. Through the back glass a shoddily constructed plastic tube structure could be seen.
JW had somehow managed to fit himself into a booth with those long legs of his. It was easy for him to spot Lust as she contrasted with the atmosphere and when he did, he flashed her a winning, shit-eating rin.
There was a lit candle in the middle of the table dripping wax onto one of the free coloring sheets.