This month our chain went with the obvious again, April Fools. Please check out all of the participants in this month’s blog.
Participants and posts:
orion_mk3 – http://nonexistentbooks.wordpress.com (link to post)
Ralph Pines – http://ralfast.wordpress.com (link to post)
Angyl78 – https://jelyzabeth.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Araenvo – http://www.simonpclark.com/ (link to post)
MsLaylaCakes – http://www.taraquan.com/ (link to post)
Lady Cat – http://randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.ca/ (link to post)
LanaK – http://lanaketrick.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
Lyra Jean – http://beyondtourism.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Sudo_One – http://sudoone.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
articshark – http://www.drslaten.com/blog (link to post)
Ghostwriter-Mom – http://www.fictionblueprints.com/ (link to post)
AngelaGreenfield – http://www.becomingawriterblog.com/ (link to post)
And here’s my post, Gabriel had good luck in the bar where he works, so I went to go see how his boss Michael was doing. Maybe he has his hands full?
Michael glared as the beer on tap came out all foam. What else was going to go all wonky? It had started when the club had opened and hadn’t stopped.
Michael looked over to see Gabriel covered in the latest drink he had been making. It was then that he caught site of the calendar. Walking over he flipped the page to see a smiling demonic face, April. April first actually.
Michael smiled, now he knew, Lokki. The little hell raiser was back, though it had taken him a long time. Michael had wondered if he had been too hard on his chastisement of Lokki back in December and he probably had been. But Lokki had left on assignment and evidence showing had just returned.
No, this Lokki wasn’t of the Norse Gods’ myths and mysteries. This was his demonic innocent looking plague. However, this time Michael was chaining him here, to this plain, to this bar, to this time, to his bed, his room, to him. If Michael could catch him.
Lokki watched the angyls behind the bar and turned his powers elsewhere. It’d been his drink that had been spilled. Michael would know once he actually saw what Gabriel was making, and the foamy beer? Well that was already there.
It’d been pretty tame if he did say so himself. He needed a place to stay tonight and didn’t want to piss Michael off. The angyl had cool digs and food and puzzles and toys and things. Well there had been enough stuff there to keep him busy. Lokki was tired. He needed a break and after this last shoot he needed a long break. He also needed a keeper and someone to play with and somewhere to let his powers out before they overrode him, again. The city worked. He did not need the repeat of a blistered butt on a 16 hour flight though.
His mind wondered looking for openings, a flat tire that caused a mechanic to talk to a young lady a little longer. The missed bus that started a business partnership, the car accident that separated the abused from the abuser; all good from his mischievousness, but well not wrong either.
Cupid sat next to him and handed Lokki his drink. “Gabrielle didn’t even recognize me. To enamored with his new man.”
Lokki looked over. The guy was cute and definitely looking better than he last time Lokki had seen him. He could cause events he just couldn’t choose, free will and all that. Though he probably could, no … that would result in another blistered butt. Nope, not going there.
“Ki,” Cupid nudged his shoulder pointing to a neighboring table.
“What?” Lokki looked and saw what had his brother upset. A romantic at heart, Cupid couldn’t handle cheaters and reading the same auras as his brother did, yes indeed MR. High-and-Fancy was cheating on his wife. Who happened to be sitting at the table with him and the woman he was cheating on her with. And it wasn’t his wife’s derrière that he was playing with. How to mess with that?
The heavy hand on his shoulder along with the growled ‘No’ stopped Lokki’s thoughts. He looked up and saw Michael behind him. Silver eyed, raven haired Michael with a very stern look, “Leave it be, they’ll figure it out.”
Michael’s look stopped him before he could protest.
“Go home C’id. He’ll call you tomorrow.”
Lokki really really wanted to protest Michael’s high handedness, but not really. That was something Lokki loved about Michael. He had rules and a moral compass and he made sure Lokki obeyed him when Lokki was here. How did he convince Michael to keep him? He had until the end of the April to get this solved. He didn’t want to go again.
“Stop thinking,” Michael released his grip on Lokki’s shoulder and walked back to the bare. And guess what? His imp was right behind, but with a concerned look on his face. Michael would have to fix that but it’d have to wait until they closed.
Lokki sat on the stool behind the bar and waited as Michael worked. He did okay for a little bit but was starting to wiggle. Michael kept his attention on Lokki as he filled orders. He could hear the imp moving around now. Soon he’d try to get up. Michael let a sub vocal grow come from his chest. He saw Lokki’s eyes go wide as he promptly sat back down.
Michael heard Lokki’s swift intake of breath, could feel his excitement as he squirreled around in his seat. Michael smiled at this and walked over to Lokki, leaning down so they were nose to nose.
Lokki’s eyes widened again sucking in the smell that was Michael, oh yes! They were going to play. Eyelids lowering, enjoying the butterflies in his stomach, Lokki sat back as he watched Michael work; waiting for another chance to move.