http://always-thewoman.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] always-thewoman.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] uberboned 2010-02-13 04:36 am (UTC)

Around noon, Kissing Town bar

Irene was in love.

Everything was rosy and gorgeous and she was in love and she remembered this, she remembered what it felt like. Walking down the street, she felt as if she were walking on clouds. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, if she was being honest. She had felt like this, she thought, as a girl, but not since then - not this pure and radiant and... God, this town was beautiful.

Irene practically spun into the bar, her color high and a song in her heart. She dropped down onto a bar stool and leaned forward towards the bartender. "I don't suppose, sir, that you have any pancakes back there? I would absolutely adore some pancakes at this particular point in time." And, as this was Kissing Town, and the citizens were keen on encouraging any sort of adoration, whether it be between two people or a girl and a plate of starchy breakfast cakes, the bartender simply grinned and whistled an order back to the kitchen, despite the fact that it was noon.

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