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Writer | Registered: May 24, 2008 07:01:21 PM

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

2 years ago General

I expected a bit of a slowdown in my writing for the holidays, but not as bad as it has been.

As of tomorrow, I'm going to be back on track, with everyone gone, all the holiday stuff taken care of and just ready and raring to go.

4 and 5 of Really Rather Disproportionate will be done end of week, and I'm about to post the first part of Foxwood's - A Birthday To Remember not long after.

A little tease of that...

“Come on Jenn, one more place. I saved the best for last!” Sam barked, taking his friends hands into his and pulling. “You’re celebrating your nineteenth, you gotta see everything! And this place is fucking awesome.” The ferret dooked excitedly as he began pulling him toward a nondescript looking door that stood between a curry restaurant and a Chinese buffet on the edge of was was considered Toronto’s gay village.

Jenn sighed a bit and shook his head in wonderment at how animated and excited his roommate was, even after having had four times the alcohol that Jenn himself had before declaring himself done. He’d never really liked how it made him feel, but he had conceded the point when Sam had said it was a tradition for queer guys from Toronto South Tech to go out to Church Street’s village on their birthday. He and the ferret had spent at least an hour at every single one of the five major bars there, but the whole time Sam had said the big surprise was still coming. Given all the leather and buckles he’d seen at Meatlocker, he couldn’t imagine what could be more surprising than that.

“Fine. Fine! One last place, okay? Promise?” Jenn asked plaintively. He was getting tired, though he had to admit that it had been a thrill to go into a lot of the places that he’d been barred from entering just the day before.

“Jeez, bunny, you know I’ve saved the best for last,” Sam said, grinning. Jenn grumbled a bit, envying the fact that the ferret didn’t seem to be feeling any of the copious quantities of alcohol that he’d imbibed. When they reached the doorway, Sam put a handle on it. “It’s one of their special nights, so place is going to be packed. You think you saw some awesome stuff at Meatlocker, you’re gonna lose your shit here.”

Jenn stared dubiously at the featureless black metal door with nothing more than a chrome-plated rigid handle on it. Next to it was a small card reader with a red LED shining on it. “This place. It doesn’t even have a name on the door, Sam. And it’s locked. Now I know you’re just fucking with me. Come on, let’s-” He stopped as Sam produced a card from his jacket pocket and pressed it to the reader. The LED turned green and the door let out an audible click. “Oookay, not creepy at all.”

Sam let out a sound somewhere between a giggle and one of his species’ distinctive dooks, and pulled the door open, gesturing for Jenn to go in first. The sight that greeted him was, initially, confusing. The foyer of whatever this place was was spotless, with bare white walls unadorned by even any signs. On the far side of the room though, there was an almost ornate looking oak door that looked like it would belong in a castle. Eight letters were stamped into the middle of the door, forming one word. ‘Foxwood’s’