Rob Laird

1.2. "Never underestimate the power of passion."
Eve Sawyer

Co-written with doesntwaltz [Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

The jury was still out on whether Rob liked New York or not. It seemed everyone he actually met who was in New York, or knew New York wanted to point him in the direction of a bar. He had names of bars coming out his butt by this point, and a strange urge to eat a pretzel. As it was, he spent the day wandering aimlessly around the shops and not buying a single thing. It wasn't that he didn't have money, because he did. He had high plans to try and plump out his inventory a little and just buy something that didn't fit in his bag, but he really must just be someone who didn't need much. He couldn't see a single thing he actually wanted to buy himself. Saw lots of things he might buy a girlfriend... if he had one, which he didn't. No wife, no girlfriend, just an enthusiastic right hand.

( By the time he was done with the 'shopping', he really did need a drink. Especially after it took him nearly half an hour to get into a cab after maybe a little too politely offering it to a string of people before him who looked like they needed it more than he did... )

All muses referenced with permission


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