Venturously Yours,

Woodenly Mordant

Though he said he would talk to Elixir but she had been too drunk to carry on the conversation and was sent to bed.

Eliot didn't speak to him and also retreated to bed.

Then, Ansel glared at him for leaving him with the lame bunch, and wanted to go home so he could do to bed.

Urgh... He banged his head on his desk. The paper vibrated with each thud. Only one who didn't go to bed was Octavius Weber.

Besides him being nocturnal, he was swarmed with visions of Eliot. This was borderline ridiculous. He didn't face this with anyone before and it made him smile every time he thought of her taste.

Ansel called him out on two creepy smiles, telling him to go wank it off before he went to his own bedroom. Ass.

He needed a plan. Getting out his rusty leather bound notebook, he turned to a fresh page and began to write with his delicate scrawl penmanship.

Number one: Break up whatever nonsense was happening with Elixir. First thing tomorrow morning.

He sent a quick text to her, telling her that they need to meet up and talk. Okay, done. Moving on.

Number two: Kidnap Eliot. He liked this part.

Number three: Get to know her before the clothes come off.

Number four: Clothes must come off. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. And, repeat.

Number five: seal the project, inspired. Motivated and fill up the damn blank space with a curl drawn on his drawing paper.

Number six: finish the sculpture. Say goodbye to Eliot.

See? Good plan. Yet, his pencil circled around the scrawled scribble which worded, 'goodbye to Eliot'. He knew he couldn't keep Eliot. His inspiration was like a car. It needed a daily dose of fuel. Fresh fuel whenever it got emptied out.

On seeing how it didn't work with Elixir, no way would it work with Eliot. That's how it must be done.

Although, he only kissed Elixir and it had fired him up into making one of his best sculptures. Which made him wonder.

Why wasn't he edging with malice creativity after he kissed Eliot?

He was confused. It was as if he wasn't done with her yet. Did that mean after sharing a kiss with Elixir and the whole pinning after her motivated him into revelation that now is vacuumed and gone?

Could be. Couldn't be. But one thing he knew for sure. He was done and dusted with Elixir.

He was into a new chapter now and it was titled Eliot.

With that in mind, he encumbered into a deep doze falling flat on his bed. Dreaming of lips, wet lips, swollen lips. Sweet heavenly tits.

Before he knew it, he woke up sporting the worse morning wood in his life time. But he didn't take care of it, simply because he wanted it to be a reminder to coax him to get his plan to a go.

After taking a hot shower, he pulled on some black shorts and a black fitted tee. The sleeves rolled up on his biceps, as he combed his wet hair.

He checked his phone, seeing a voice message left from Elixir. He walked into the dinning room and sat down at the rounded glass table where Ansel had placed a plate of pancakes and bacon.