Post by Pesty on Sept 9, 2019 17:23:34 GMT -5
Briefly closing the boutique to grab himself a gyro for lunch the beauty guru ate precisely half before rolling it back in the foil wrapper to tuck in the break room fridge for later. A more urgent matter is at hand, he needs a nice red wine to go with family dinner this weekend! Every Sunday night Sael insists on hosting a family dinner where all five siblings sit down together. They are all allowed a plus one (although he isn't holding his breath for Dris to bring anyone soon besides Butcher, tch!) and it's usually done pot luck style so everyone pitches in. There is a night that he would love to host a fanciful feast and invite over a handful of guests to enjoy each other's company, however that would require a guest list which needs doing. Something else to look forward to then. With a smile on those glossy lips the slender creature glides into the liquor store to grab up a small basket while perusing a few front shelves. Hmph, nothing there will do...disregarding a few stares the beautician continues his merry way down the aisle of glass encased cheer.
High heels click-clacking in rhythm to those flared hips he finds himself examining rows of Cabernet Sauvignon. Selecting two pricey bottles the glamazon decides to do a few curious laps around the shop. Sometimes the local distilleries would surprise him and he'd find a seasonal treasure hidden somewhere deep in the aisles where his kitchen staff for the estate overlooked delving further. Today his hair is down loose of course in thick ebony waves down to that pert rump of his subtly swelling out from the back of his gown. It always makes Sael feel so feminine to have this mane of well kept hair, second only to the selected make-up for the day. Eyes sweeping the various rows he finds himself wandering over towards the whiskeys and bourbons, pondering if he should grab a little gift for one of his brothers to enjoy at their leisure.
Personally Sael enjoys wine or something with plenty of fruit and sugar involved. While he gets jabbed at for this by his siblings at times he maintains an air of dignity while enjoying his bubbly and takes care not to overdo it. There was a time when Sael would over do everything and everyone repeatedly, but--he was taken out from that lifestyle and is grateful to be healed from it. It doesn't mean he can't make his own fun or go looking for it of course! It's all done in moderation now. A smile curls those crimson lips and Sael's equally ruby coated nails run along the label on a French looking bottle. Oooh, fancy!
Tag: Reuben
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High heels click-clacking in rhythm to those flared hips he finds himself examining rows of Cabernet Sauvignon. Selecting two pricey bottles the glamazon decides to do a few curious laps around the shop. Sometimes the local distilleries would surprise him and he'd find a seasonal treasure hidden somewhere deep in the aisles where his kitchen staff for the estate overlooked delving further. Today his hair is down loose of course in thick ebony waves down to that pert rump of his subtly swelling out from the back of his gown. It always makes Sael feel so feminine to have this mane of well kept hair, second only to the selected make-up for the day. Eyes sweeping the various rows he finds himself wandering over towards the whiskeys and bourbons, pondering if he should grab a little gift for one of his brothers to enjoy at their leisure.
Personally Sael enjoys wine or something with plenty of fruit and sugar involved. While he gets jabbed at for this by his siblings at times he maintains an air of dignity while enjoying his bubbly and takes care not to overdo it. There was a time when Sael would over do everything and everyone repeatedly, but--he was taken out from that lifestyle and is grateful to be healed from it. It doesn't mean he can't make his own fun or go looking for it of course! It's all done in moderation now. A smile curls those crimson lips and Sael's equally ruby coated nails run along the label on a French looking bottle. Oooh, fancy!
Tag: Reuben
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