http://shawnedium.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] shawnedium.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs 2009-12-23 01:29 am (UTC)

"Give it an hour and the pecan pie will have to be eaten off the ceiling," Shawn grinned, eyes wandering to the low ceiling. The house was so fancy and howdy-doo that it made Shawn a little antsy to be in the middle of it with a glass of juice in his hand and plate of yum yums. He didn't even bother dressing fancy--what's not to love about a t-shirt and jeans in the middle of winter?

Still, there was the looming feeling that he was crashing a party of well-knowns and friends. Not like he cared. He crashed a few shindigs in his hay day, but most of them didn't have women with super-strength and speed.

"Do you know the host?" Shawn whistled low, picking at the girl. Judging by--well, her everything--he had an idea that she didn't know the host(s) personally.

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