"Real Life" update. on a bit of a high

Essays done. That felt soooo wonderful. Especially since I lost the net mid-research (oh, how much fun that was not).
The party was even better. I wish I remember more of it, 8 of us going from club to club. Then Apparently I was scary, too wild and energised. I've been cooped up writing essays for all eternity; my stress levels have been through the roof and I just lost it. Drank more, danced harder, sang louder than ever. Apparently I got me some groupies who are stalking me (to put it politely, apparently I was, and I quote, "all but having sex with all of them on the dance floor." But apparently I danced like I was on heat anyway. She exagerates. I hope)... um, that could be awakward. 4 texts on the next day is not a good sign...
Problem: I now have a tattoo and 2 piercings I never had before... ummm, you'd think someone would've stopped me, right?
They're nifty though, even if the 'rents are gonna go spare.

No.17. Darren's throwing angst again

I actually expected to get this bit done in one post. One post, one small fic, it hardly required loads, but then the guys went and had a big emotional moment in the middle of my simple work. One of these days I'll have control of what I'm writing... right?

( Bringing the Kitten home - healing )

No. 18... methinks I like this one.

Hopefully they’ll stay on track, but I guarantee nothing... Rick’s not behaving.

Rick: Well duh, isn’t it time for some slash again?

*sigh* I’m going to write some celibate characters one of these days.

Rick: Like not having sex is gonna make them less likely to ask for it.

( He doesn‘t know what he asked. Darren‘s POV )