From-Here-On

Reggie dropped into a seat at the Java Lava's counter. "Double shot. Straight up." Phil raised an eyebrow. "You know that order here is only going to get you espresso, yes?" "I know. At this point, I'll take any mind altering substance you can sling me. Caffeine will do." Phil grinned and started racking up the espresso machine. "You should try a short black slammer." Reggie brushed her fingers through her hair. "What's that?" "One second." She watched as Phil went to work, lining up her short black, another of the same, and two flat whites, before grabbing a bar of chocolate, from which he broke off two squares, and two sachets of sugar. Fin

From Here On Episode 1.5 – Skates by Acepilot & LordMalachite Phil DeVille - Lor McQuarrie - Dil Pickles - Reggie Rocket 8 - * - * - 8 March, 2014 (About eighteen months ago) 8 - * - * - 8 The bar was reasonably full, but not so loud that Phil couldn't hear himself think – or his companions speak. Not that they were talking about much, anyway – Carver was regaling them with tales of conquest while Jackson told Tino about all the joys and wonders of married life. Oddly they didn't seem to match up with any of the stories Phil had heard from Susie and Angelica on that subject, but he guessed that this was the difference in

Lor hung the phone up on the wall of the kitchen, sighing. "Alright, pizza's on its way." "Edible pizza?" Reggie yelled from the living room. "For us, anyway. Dil can have the medium pineapple and anchoivies all to himself, thanks." "Mankind is just yet to understand my genius," Dil said, putting his feet up on the coffee table, only to get them smacked down by Phil. "Hey!" "Hey yourself. We're going to eat off this table in a short while and I don't want my pizza to taste like anchovies or your feet." "You're turning into a...grown up or something, Phil." "It's less responsibility and more laziness." Phil reminded him. "I live here, so I hav

Thanks to Acosta, Knoodlehead, and everyone who's been reading - hope you're all enjoying it. We're loving writing it. This episode has two pretty important characters introduced: Arnold and Lil are both definitely here to stay. Hope you think they blend with the rest of the gang. Let us know what you think. 8 - * - * - 8 "What do you mean, you can't come into work?" Lor opened her eyes slowly, before being forced into rapidly blinking. The room was surprisingly bright - she would have to have words with her husband about volume and lighting control at six in the morning. She rolled over to see him pacing up and down alongside their bed, phon

It was, perhaps, a good thing that the sound of the train pulling out of the subway was so loud. It conveniently drowned out the startlingly loud expletives coming from Lor DeVille as she chased after it, leaping down the last few steps of the escalator and rushing down the platform, banging once on a receding train door before watching as it twisted off into the darkness of the tunnel. She cursed once more, frustrated, loudly, and gleamed some small satisfaction as the syllable reverberated around the underground platform. After listening to it echo off in the distance, as if chasing the train, she turned and started trudging back down the p

Phil didn't want to get up, particularly. A quick glance at the alarm clock confirmed that it was creeping on to six a.m., but not quite there yet. He should have still had four and a half minutes of blissful, lazy sleep to enjoy. But he was awake now. The noise that had broken his unconsciousness repeated itself – slightly louder, this time. He groaned at the realisation of what it was, and the fact that the half of the bed next to him was empty. "Don't drag it," he called out, loudly. "You'll leave big marks on the floor, and I would rather like to get our deposit back on this place." The noise ceased. "You keep moving it. It's not in

Lunch - A From Here On teaser Lor pushed her headphones off and sighed, saving her work before she forgot. She'd learnt that lesson once and was not keen on repeating it. She ran her fingers through her hair and stretched out in her chair. Working from home had its perks and she enjoyed them greatly, but it was frequently a challenge to remain productive when home provided so many tempting...distractions. She now knew only to work at home on days that Phil wasn't going to be there himself. Caught up in a recollection of one such occasion when Phil had quite successfully...distracted her from her work, Lor barely heard the sound of someone in