Spencer McAdams thought he had it all, a job he loves, great friends and a dominant that he can call his. But fate can be a real bitch sometimes. In a blink of an eye his boyfriend, his Master, his lover suddenly and unexpectedly dies. Since then he...
"Italic text with quotations" denotes the use of American Sign Language.
(Spencer's POV, August 24, 2015)
Usually when I go to work, it's quiet and peaceful, considering how the artists are drawing and animating every second of the day. But today isn't one of those days.
When I woke up I was already late for work, so there was no time to waste. I thought that was the end of my problems but I think I jinxed myself. There was no hot water, I didn't have breakfast, the traffic was horrible, and somehow my left sock got wet before I entered the building, don't ask. I just want a peaceful day at work, is that too much to ask? But things can't get much worse, right?
"SPENCER MCADAMS!" a shrill voice exclaims. Great, here comes the she-devil and by she-devil I mean the screeching banshee of a best friend, Samantha Fischer.
"Sam I'm right here, please be quiet," I sigh, as Marcel follows holding a folder. He smiles softly as he puts the folder on my desk. With the three of us in the same room it's either going to be one hell of a party or a shit storm waiting to happen.
"Oops, was I loud!? Well I wouldn't be this loud if you've been here sooner Penny," she berates while she sits down on one of my office chairs.
I could've been here sooner yes, but it's not my fault I spent my night doing last minute changes to those safe sex advertisements I got commissioned to do. Yeah, totally not my fault I slept at 2 in the morning.
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A bagel would be so good right now.
"Keep your pants on, I'm here now aren't I?" I say tiredly, while Marcel slowly backs away towards the door. Coffee, I need some coffee.
"I'm gonna get you something, I can 'hear' your stomach begging for food," Marcel signs as he exits, thank heavens I'm saved.
"Thank you Marcy!" I shout excitedly even though he can't hear my words.
"He's a mind reader I swear," she remarks.
These two might be crazy but they're my closest friends here. The other artists refer to us as the 'Unholy Trinity', the glue that binds this place together. I'm referred to the mind while Marcel and Sam are the heart and soul; which is also a great piano song.
