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TITLE: A Scotch for the Road - Part 19
AUTHOR: [info]flighty_dreams
WARNINGS: Slavefic. NC-17.  F/m.
WORD COUNT: 3,047 (this chapter)/ story so far (over 60K)
SUMMARY: A slave enduring a party encounters the mistress who once abandoned him.
NOTES: Much thanks to [info]aurila for her assistance as always.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome, even if it's just to say that you read it.


Bemused, Jenna watched her friend.

After the enthusiastic hug, Amber let Brett go, and he stepped back, looking over at her for guidance. Jenna gave him an encouraging smile, not worried about Amber. Her friend had already turned to her, beckoning, “Jenna, come closer, let me look at the two of you together.”

Jenna drew the line at that, rolling her eyes. “You sound like your grandmother.”

Amber's eyes crinkled, and just from that Jenna knew it had been intentional. “I would say I'm cooing over the young kids, but you aren't young anymore.”

“Hey!” Jenna smacked her friend on the arm. “Not nice.”

“Ow.” Amber rubbed the spot she'd hit. “Not like I can say much.”

It was true. Only a few months apart in age, they'd grown up together, nearly inseparable as children. Jenna had always been closer to Amber than to her own sister, at least until lately.

When Amber called two days earlier, Jenna had finally told her about finding Brett. She'd tried to reach her the first week he was back, to no avail. Since getting married it seemed like Amber was often too busy to speak to her, rarely calling her back. Sometimes several weeks went by without them talking, when once upon a time they'd spoken every day. Until Brett's return, it had been a sad turn of events that often occupied her thoughts.

The phone conversation regarding Brett had inevitably led to discussion of her family's reaction. Upon hearing of her father's matchmaking attempt, Amber had offered to go dress shopping with her, which would give them a chance to catch up.

They got a head start on that now, as Amber asked Brett how long he'd been back and what they'd been up to.

The slight flush to his cheeks at the latter question told her he was thinking of things done between sheets. With an admirably straight face he said, “Getting reacquainted.”

“I’ll bet,” Amber said, her mouth breaking into a grin. Her friend's gaze flickered between her and Brett, who watched them with uneasy interest. “I'm really glad you found him again, Jenna.”

“Thanks,” she said, a lump forming in her throat. It was wonderful to have someone be happy for her.

“Come on, don't get all sappy on me now, let's go,” Amber said, twining their arms together and pulling her along. “I'm starved.”

Nearly rushed out the door, Brett grabbed her purse, holding it out to her.

“Thank you,” she told him, untangling herself from Amber. Her friend could last a minute longer without fainting from hunger. She hugged and then kissed him briefly, murmuring, “I'll see you later. Have fun with Ty.”

“Bye, Mistress,” he said, all husky and for her ears only.

Her toes curled, a shiver running down her spine. For a moment not even shopping seemed worth leaving him. But no, she had things to do.

Jenna walked out with her friend, who spent most of lunch teasing her about their starry-eyed looks for each other. Jenna sighed, knowing they'd done no such thing, at least not in front of her. In private was a different matter entirely, she thought with a secret smile.

“Stop looking so pleased with yourself and come look at this one,” Amber told her, lifting a dress from the rack.

Sighing, Jenna walked over to her. They'd been through half a dozen shops already, but had yet to find anything despite the sales clerks' eager efforts. Not only was she beginning to suspect they wouldn't find the dress today, but her plan to avoid the ritzy shops and find something unique off the beaten path also looked like a waste of time.

This gown was yellow, and it was pretty enough from the front, but the large bow in the back was ridiculous. She turned the dress in Amber's hands to show her.

“Never mind,” her friend said, grimacing. She placed it back on the rack and resumed the Search. “So you told me what your dad is up to, but what's your mom doing about Brett?”

As Amber well knew, Serena Vanlean-Warren was never one to stand back and let things happen, especially when she believed she could manipulate the situation in some way.

“Right now she's still in lecture mode. God help me when she gets a plan together. At least she and my dad don't seem to be joining forces. Yet.”

“Well, they aren't much for working together in general,” Amber gently pointed out.

While not a pleasant thought, it was accurate. Her parents had clearly not married for love.

“Yeah.” Jenna finished looking at the last rack. “I don't see anything here. Let's go.”

They walked outside, settling on a bench along the street after mutual consent. Their feet were aching.

“Let me guess,” her friend said after a minute of quiet. “Victor's not happy either.”

Jenna couldn't help scowling. “The little jerk started preaching to me! I still can't believe his gall, after all the times he's screwed up.”

Amber's nose wrinkled. “Ugh. And your sister?”

“Stacy's being her bratty self, enjoying my permanent loss of the title of 'angelic child.' And she's decided Brett must be really good in bed for me to insist on keeping him.”

Amber laughed. “Well, it is true, right?”

“Yeah, but that's only part of it,” Jenna protested.

Her friend sobered. “She's never been in love. She doesn't understand the difference.”

Jenna laid her head on Amber's shoulder. “It's not just that. It's because he's a slave. She doesn't see past that.”

Her friend favored her with a wry smile. “I do recall someone saying to me years ago: 'I can't be in love with a slave.'”

Jenna winced, still ashamed of herself for ever doubting her feelings for Brett, who had looked at her with such love and trust back then. That unwavering faith was gone. “I was an idiot. I still feel so guilty.”

“Hey,” Amber said, curving an arm around her shoulders. “You were young, and scared of what your family would think.”

“Yeah, and he's the one who paid the price for my doubts.”

Amber sighed. “I'm sure he's been through a lot, but it's not like you didn't-”

Pulling away, Jenna cut her off, speaking in a low hiss. “Amber. He was raped, and beaten.”

Her friend cringed, her face paling. She had known Donovan had spitefully refused to sell Brett, but Jenna hadn't told her anything of what Brett had been through the past four years. The world didn't need to know about all that, but she hadn't been able to help herself at Amber's ignorant words.

“I'm so sorry. I had no idea.”

Shaking her head, Jenna said, “It's my fault any of it happened to him.”

“Jenna,” Amber said, grabbing her arm. “You made a mistake, not telling Derrick you wanted him. But you aren't responsible for Donovan and whoever else's actions.”

“No,” she said, “but he should have been with me, not at their mercy.”

Her friend looked away, staring off across the street. After a few minutes of silence Amber said, “Dwelling on it now isn't going to help him.”

No, but she could make Donovan pay. She'd channeled all the guilt she'd been hiding from Brett these past weeks into bringing the bastard down for good. Not just for the sake of revenge; if she could prevent him from creating a scandal over her and Brett, it was a worthy cause. He would never hurt them again.

“I know,” she told her friend, hoping agreeing would end the discussion.

Amber wasn't fooled. “Don't belittle your own pain either.” She held up a hand when Jenna would have protested. “I won't pretend to understand the hell he went through, but you weren't sitting back on the beach sipping cocktails either. Four years, and you never got over him.”

That was hardly the same thing, but Jenna let her continue.

“I felt almost as helpless as you did after you lost him. You were so upset, so frantic, and then after Donovan refused you, you shut down.”

Jenna remembered those dark days clearly. She'd begun working for her father, ruining Donovan her single-minded motivation. Strange how fulfilling that purpose had helped her in other ways, the long workdays providing distraction, keeping her away from her too-empty home. Nothing had ever been right again with Brett gone. She'd learned to adjust, to go on, but life was like a painting with the color faded from it. She never opened the front door without that split second hope that he'd be on the other side of it. She'd hear a funny story and still have the urge to share it with him, or see something in a store he would've liked, longing to buy it for him. Or, worst of all, lie alone in her bed at night, aware that the Brett-shaped hole in her life was all her fault.

Maybe if she hadn't felt so guilty, she would have eventually moved on. Surely some people managed it, even after losing true love. Some days were better than others, she could see that much. Even if it had been possible though, how could she, when she knew he was out there somewhere, miserable because of her? He'd none of her freedoms, no ability to choose who he was with. That he'd had the chance to love someone once was rare enough.

And there'd not been any doubt of his feelings. Shy at first, once he'd realized she welcomed his affection, he'd opened like a flower, showing his devotion without reserve. His love was wary these days, blemished by the past and the knowledge of societal condemnation.

Her hopeful, romantic Brett had become defeatist.

“Jenna?”

Blinking, she focused back on her friend, who gave her a look, aware Jenna had stopped following her words. “I was saying, you've been pining for him for years. You didn't forget him and run off and have fun.”

Jenna grimaced. “No, but he was pining for me too. And being abused on top of that.” Her breath hitched. “Remember how I told you Donovan realized I loved Brett?”

In tears she had run to her friend afterwards, needing comfort, aware now that Donovan would never sell him to her.

A sad light in her eyes, Amber nodded.

“Brett won't really talk about it, but... I think Donovan took it out on him.”

Brett's reluctant admission that Donovan had kept him tied up had told her more than she'd let on. When she'd first visited Donovan to ask after Brett, another slave of his had let her into the house. This one hadn’t been restrained in any way, given free roam. Why would Brett receive harsher treatment?

To reinforce his place, and to prevent him from escaping. He would not run back to Jenna. Donovan had succeeded in all of it, keeping him prisoner and destroying his self-esteem.

“Jenna, if so, you didn't know. You were just trying to get him back.”

These were the same things she'd repeatedly tried to tell herself; until she lost Brett, she'd never been the type of person to beat down on herself.

She looked at her friend. “I didn’t mean to dump all this on you, but I really needed someone to talk to.”

She could talk to Brett about almost anything, but not this. At least not yet. He was doing much better already, but he was still adjusting, getting comfortable with her again. Best not to hamper his progress by bringing up painful things he wasn't ready to discuss with her.

Amber’s arm curved through hers, guilt thickening her friend's words. “No, I should’ve been here for you sooner. He's been back what, a month?”

Jenna nodded, saddened by their lack of contact too. She'd called Amber on her way back from Yorkfield's that first weekend, eager to tell her she'd found Brett, but hadn't been able to reach her.

“I swear I'll be better from now on,” Amber said, urgency in her voice. To her credit, she didn't make excuses about her marriage and her baby keeping her busy.

“Thanks, but it's a two way street. I'll call more too.”

“You do that,” Amber said, smiling. “I even promise to answer this time.”

Jenna made a face. “We'll see about that.”

Amber sighed, but clasped Jenna's hand. They sat quietly for a while longer, watching the people passing them.

Amber glanced over at her. “Ready to look for more dresses?”

“I guess,” Jenna said, rising from the bench. A more somber air lingered, a watchful concern to Amber as they continued their shopping. A true friend still, despite their recent estrangement, offering her wholehearted support.

Jenna wished she could say the same for her family.


*



Brett had trouble following Ty's chatter.

Without Jenna's steadying presence, doubts crept in. He'd heard about these Founders' Balls since he was a kid; it had shocked him to discover Jenna had never been to one before. So this Ball was a big deal for her, but he wasn't being allowed to participate in any way. Why wouldn't she at least let him help her choose a dress? That wouldn't cause any scandal or awkwardness. Of course, she had Amber to assist with that instead. He berated himself for the twinge of resentment. If his mistress wanted to spend time alone with her friend, that was her right.

He murmured in sympathy to Ty's complaints about his work, barely aware of the topic of his rant. Instead his thoughts drifted to Jason Hathaway asking after Charlie Watterson that morning. He wanted to know more about this man too. That she didn't like him relieved him in one way, worried him in another. Would this Watterson be respectful to his mistress? Attend her properly? He couldn't stand the thought of her wandering around the party for an hour before Watterson remembered to bring her a drink.

Damn her father for trying to set her up with the man. She hadn't told Brett that part outright, but he'd been able to read between the lines, even before Hathaway forced the point. He wanted her to have a good time, but he couldn't help feeling-

Ty grabbed his arm, pulling Brett back to his surroundings. He glanced around the open street, thinking there was some potential trespass to beware of, but when he caught the annoyed look on Ty's face, he felt embarrassed.

“Not listening?”

“Sorry,” Brett said, ducking his head. “I'll do better.”

“Hey,” Ty said, his eyes flashing. “Don't have to talk like that.”

No, he didn't. It just came out naturally that way. “Sorry,” he said, catching himself apologizing again. “Er, keep going.”

After shaking his head, Ty asked, “Something on your mind?”

“Nothing important,” Brett denied, resolving to focus on Ty now. There was something niggling at him, but he couldn't put it into words. “What were you saying that customer did?”

Ty gave him a frustrated look for a moment, then let it go. “The supplier, not a customer. Guy thinks I can't count. Tries to deliver the wrong amounts.”

Brett grimaced. So many citizens assumed slaves were clueless. Unfortunately, many times they were right; laborers like Ty usually weren't given a very extensive education. That didn't mean they couldn't manage basic things though, like count for themselves that someone had brought six bags of flour instead of eight.

They reached the local grocery store, having walked there from Ty's bakery. His friend grabbed a small cart while Brett dug his list out of his pocket. He had only a half dozen things to get, so this shouldn't take long.

When they passed a display of mangos for a second time, he saw Ty looking at them as intently as he had the first time. Brett stopped nearby, pretending to study the shelves before him, but really watching his friend out of the corner of his eye.

“Put one in the cart.”

Ty looked up, flushing. “S'ok. Don't need it.”

Brett gave him a patient look. He knew what it was like, what the Shelters taught slaves. “It's not about need.”

Shaking his head, Ty moved away from the display. Brett sighed and placed two ripe mangos into the cart for him.

“Brett,” Ty protested, “your mistress...”

“She gave me permission to buy extra things.”

Actually, she'd done far more than that. Jenna had set up a bank account specifically for his use. He'd gaped at the allowance she'd put into it—easily more than twice as much as he needed to do the household shopping—but she'd ignored his protests. That amount would be deposited into the account each month, she wouldn't touch it, and whatever was left over after the required shopping he could spend as he wished.

Not that Brett had dared use the extra money so far to buy anything for himself. Well, he had bought some cookies the other day that were really more for him rather than Jenna… but food for both of them fit what the household money was supposed to be for anyway. And buying fruit for Ty didn’t seem like much of a stretch either. Jenna had said he was a guest.

“A-are you sure?” his friend asked, glancing at him with a frown.

“Yeah,” Brett said, giving him a reassuring smile. He understood the frustration of forever wanting but never having, and he couldn’t imagine his generous mistress begrudging his friend such a simple pleasure.

A while later they sat together at the table to one side of Jenna’s balcony, each slicing up a mango. Brett looked over at his friend, who had insisted he have the second fruit. Ty’s eyes closed, a blissful expression on his young face as he swallowed a piece. Hiding a grin, Brett scooped up a spoonful of his from the skin, savoring the sweet taste. With the afternoon breeze in their faces and a beautiful view of the city spread out before them, a rare sense of peace settled over him.

“Could get used to this,” Ty said, looking at the skyscrapers across from them.

Brett laughed a little at the echo of his thoughts. “Me too.”

It was almost enough to make him forget Jenna’s upcoming Founders’ Ball.

Date: 2012-03-05 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triptyx.livejournal.com
There was something niggling at him, but he couldn't put it into words.

Apart from a Free Man going out in a Parent-approved-date??? O_O ;)

And she is giving him an own account? <-----SPOILED!!!!! >:D >:D >:D

But seriously, how can you leave us like this with JEALOUSY EATING HIM UP and its not even the DATE!!! >:D >:D >:D

And they got to eat mangoes? What about my secret mission to Ty to get Brett into trouble on his free time? :D ;) :D :D :D

He understood the frustration of forever wanting but never having

We are no longer talking about mangoes are we? ;) :D :D :D

Serena Vanlean-Warren was never one to stand back and let things happen, especially when she believed she could manipulate the situation in some way.
Have I told you recently how much I like Jenna's mother? >:D >:D >:D

Nahh but teasing aside, I am relieved that Amber is a good friend and Jenna must not battle against everyone in her family and friend circle. One true friend who is happy for her and Brett! :) I am going soft and its all your fault!!! ;)

And again why are we left here? I want the jealousy disaster to strike now Founder's Ball! >:D >:D >:D ;) :D

Yay! Thanks for new chapter!!! :)
Edited Date: 2012-03-05 03:52 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-03-06 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Lol, I would imagine that's part of it, yes! :P

Brett, spoiled? Since when? I've never heard such a thing before. :P

Lol, we'll get to this special date eventually! :D

I don't know, what about this mission? Hmm.

We are no longer talking about mangoes are we? ;) :D :D :D

LOL. Are you talking about Ty feeling attraction to Brett??

Sigh, you adore her mother, I know! Next you'll tell me you love Sadie! :P

Yes, about time Jenna had at least ONE person on her and Brett's side...

It's called building up anticipation!! >:D

You're welcome!

Date: 2012-03-05 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
And I thought I would be first -.-

I really liked the first part where Jenna talks with Amber. It describes so well what poor Brett went through, I really felt the sadness of it all! And it said so much about how even an obviously nice person as Amber, can still come across as almost cruel in what they say, just from sheer ignorance and naïvety about it.

Aww, sweet Ty ^.^ poor boy, so happy about some fruit! I see Triptyx didn't think he deserved it ;-)) I bet Ty congratulated himself at that moment for finding such a friend :-) I also found it really cute that Brett would buy cookies for himself :-D

Time for me to go on my morning walk! :-)

Date: 2012-03-05 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triptyx.livejournal.com
It describes so well what poor Brett went through

I still think all is hearsay until proven!!! >:D >:D >:D ;) :D

Date: 2012-03-05 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
You want a very detailed flash back describing exactly what happened?

Hmm... not a bad idea!:-)

Date: 2012-03-05 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triptyx.livejournal.com
We just have his word as prove...and well after the 'I kissed her for you Mistress', I dont know if he just wanted to not get tied up, that time!!! >:D So yes some kind of ~objective~ proof would be nice!!! >:D >:D >:D *runs away from Flighty* ;) :D :D :D

Date: 2012-03-05 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
*stares down triptyx*

His brokenness is not clear? Spending all day in a corner in the fetal position like one of Fran's boys is not the only way to show there is past trauma! :P

And ahem (attacks with logic) if Jenna mentions in that same scene that she used to tie him up and he didn't mind, why would he lie to avoid it now? :P

Date: 2012-03-05 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
*LOL*

That almost made me spit my muesli at the screen! :-DD

Date: 2012-03-05 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Haha, awesome! My job here is done. :D

Date: 2012-03-05 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
*LOL* Well, I couldn't help laughing at that...

I don't think I have even actually ever written that... Have I? though I might :-)

Date: 2012-03-05 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triptyx.livejournal.com
though I might :-)

Stay away from Taven! HE already had enough abuse to stay in fetal position for YEARS!!!! >:D ;)

Date: 2012-03-05 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
*LOL* Oh my!

Here we witness the wonder of triptyx asking for mercy on the behalf of a fictional slave :-D

Either that means a miracle has happened, or... Am I really THAT horrible in my writing??? :-D

Date: 2012-03-05 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triptyx.livejournal.com
Its not your writing, its my turn to *glare at Flighty*, she has corrupted me! Now every time I want some punishment for Min she has to bring all that stuff up from his childhood! So every time I try to get something going in kinks, she has a way to make me realize I do have a conscience!!! *is annoyed by own conscience*

And now I am attached to Taven even if I still cant believe how many times he uses a swear word even when talking with his Master and I am SCARED OF RATS!!!

And then you say you would like to write a slave boy in fetal position because of all the trauma, I say Taven has had enough, he had RATS!!!! O_O ;) :D :D :D

Date: 2012-03-05 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
*LOL* I see, it's her fault, eh? Made you soft? :-D

But, rats are nice animals :-) They are lovely pets!! :-) I've had several!

Well... I can't promise anything, the story is not over yet. But maybe I'll invent a new character for that then :-)

Date: 2012-03-05 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triptyx.livejournal.com
Made me realize I grow attached to your boys! :S :S :S Not good when you want them in constant trouble! >:D >:D >:D

Yes they are, but not in the setting of a dark basement where a boy is their food, and ALIVE boy!!! O_O

LOL well I can take that no-promise! >:D ;) :D :D And when I said Serenity should get into trouble I did mean something he can recover from!!! O_O ;) :D :D :D

Date: 2012-03-05 05:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
Aaawwww, you big old softie, you ^.^

*LOL* OK, I agree... I'd rather not cuddle those kind of rats either :-)

;-) *LOL* Serenity will always manage!

Date: 2012-03-05 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
*LOL* Awww, poor Brett, you think he's lying about such a thing?

Well, I wouldn't mind a side story in either case :-)

Date: 2012-03-05 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Shameless, Fran! Any excuse to see a helpless slave boy being abused! :P

Date: 2012-03-05 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com


It's just that I know how you enjoy writing side stories, and I just tried to inspire your muse a bit... :-)

Date: 2012-03-05 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Of course, it's ALL out of the goodness of your heart... uh huh!

And gah, I really need to go to bed. Stupid work!!

Date: 2012-03-05 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
Of cooourse... what else? :-)

Aww, what fun we could have if work didn't get in the way... but that's life!

Date: 2012-03-05 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triptyx.livejournal.com
I dont get it why she doesnt believe you that its just for ~inspiration~ not for our kinks!!! >:D >:D >:D

Date: 2012-03-05 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
I have nooo idea... O_o But she said she was going to bed, maybe she was just tired and didn't get it right ;-DD

Date: 2012-03-05 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triptyx.livejournal.com
OK, yes that is more logical, because our intentions shine with its ~purity~!!! >:D >:D >:D

Date: 2012-03-05 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
*LOL* Yup! Shine! Shine, I say, like only shiny pure things can shine!! :-D

Date: 2012-03-06 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Nope, not quick enough!

Hehe, of course I find it unsurprising that you would enjoy hearing about Brett's suffering and what he went thru. ;-) But teasing aside, it is sad :( and you bring up a good point about Amber. Sheer ignorance can make people say insensitive, stupid things even if they mean well.

Oh Ty. It's the simple things in life sometimes! (Especially if you are a miserable, overworked slave. :S) And yes, Ty must've been like, man this Brett guy was a good find! Lol.

Cookies for Brett. :D

Enjoy your next morning walk! :-)

Date: 2012-03-06 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
Damn :-( :-D

*LOL* Hee... we do a lot of inside, sinister joking, but yeah, to be serious... I think you did that really well, showing how sad it really is through small means. As you said below, you don't always need to go all out on details to get that across, and I think this part was a good example of that. The way Jenna talked of Brett and what had happened to him, qualities about him that are now forever (probably) lost, and her guilt and regret in being a part of doing this to him (though she didn't intend for that to happen of course)... all of it was touching!

Awww, I wanna hug Ty and feed him fruit until it comes out of his ears ^.^ See, now you made me mushy again... I have to go back to my own writing soon, before I get too soft ;-DD

I just came back from another walk, -4 degrees Celcius... So damn cold! Only good thing about it is that you walk very, very briskly so you'll get back home already, before you freeze your ass off :-D

Date: 2012-03-05 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-amphibian.livejournal.com
oh, oh, OH!!!

A chapter from one of my favorite authors! Totally makes my weekend :-)

(Please don't take this as a complaint re: dearth of postings. I was away for a long time and am still catching up)

*scampers off to read*

Date: 2012-03-05 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Hey good to see you again! Hope you've been well.

No, I didn't see it as a complaint. I have been MIA a lot myself, so I totally understand. I'm hoping to get back in the LJ groove again.

Take care!

Date: 2012-03-05 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-amphibian.livejournal.com
Wow, I think it's the mood I'm in. Ty's "could get used to this" remark was setting off alarm bells for me :-/

Still, really liking Amber, and just totally captivated by all the undercurrents you've got going. Also, while punishment scenes are a favorite kink of mine (*cough*Matt*cough*), I'm finding that Brett's background and the ongoing worry over real and nasty consequences for their relationship are muffling that interest.

Looking forward to the next chapter, and many cheers for your persistence!

Date: 2012-03-06 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Aww, I see it doesn't take much to set them off lol.

About time Jenna had a friend that was happy for her, right? And thanks, I'm glad those undercurrents are being felt! :-)

Matt and punishment scenes? What, when? All I can seem to remember is him getting abducted by a certain someone... Oh wait. As if I could forget his jerkiness in Part 1! :P

Thanks! Cheers for your persistence in commenting on each chapter. :D

*ETA* There is also a short holiday fic I wrote that's a Scotch outtake. It's here, in case you're interested:
http://flighty-dreams.livejournal.com/41816.html#cutid1
Edited Date: 2012-03-06 04:39 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-03-06 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran-fic.livejournal.com
Oh wait. As if I could forget his jerkiness in Part 1! :P

It will never be forgotten... it will always be held in dear memory ;-DD

Date: 2012-03-05 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] berthablue.livejournal.com
I like seeing Amber and Jenna able to talk, and then seeing Brett and Ty get some boy time together to relax :) I like how Jenna and Brett both reveal so much about their relationship by talking with their friends :)

Date: 2012-03-06 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Yeah, I find it fun to do parallel scenes like this, them both talking with a friend. :D

And it's true, the confidences that come out around friends do reveal a lot about people.

Thanks for reading!

Date: 2012-03-05 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peony-black.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for updating this!

One of my favorite things about this story is how we get to see the world they live in and its perspective on the relationship, as opposed to just being the two of them all the time, even if it's not such a good place. They, obviously, still have a lot of things to work out, but I love how you're taking your time exploring their feelings and it comes across as very natural and not at all rushed.

I keep my fingers crossed for a happy ending. I mean, there must be some wild tribe or island somewhere where they could run free. :-)

Date: 2012-03-06 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Yeah, it's much different for me to write than Spliced, where the boys are getting in each other's way all the time. Here it's the external forces causing problems for Jenna and Brett--it's already clear they love each other. The struggle is on how they resolve the wounds of the past and try to find a path for the future.

Thanks! I definitely didn't want to rush things, but I'm hopefully not boring people either!

Lol I like that. Yes, some island somewhere they can go hide from the rest of the world. :D Hmm, Jenna might have a little more trouble roughing it than Brett! *grin*

Date: 2012-03-05 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thetammyjo.livejournal.com
You made me so happy today with an update. Thank you!

Date: 2012-03-06 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
You're welcome!

Date: 2012-06-09 09:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tommyglitter.livejournal.com
Wait! No! Don't tell me I'm hooked on TWO of your WIP's now! ARGGGGHHHHHH!!!! I remember reading parts of this a long time ago, but I must have missed more than I read. This is really good! But now I hate myself for being hooked on another WIP. *sigh* You really have some mad talent, bb. And now is the time I whimper... "More, please?"

Date: 2012-07-10 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Aww. Sorry, just catching back up on some comments. I was on vacation and then things were busy after I got back.

Well, I can't say I feel remorse that I got you hooked on another of my WIPs. :-) I'm glad you decided to give 'Scotch' another try.

More yes... I need to get on that. I DO plan to finish, no worries on that score, except for the timeline...

There is also a Scotch holiday ficlet I wrote back in December, in case you didn't see it. (I noticed it's not on my Index page, going to fix that now.)

http://flighty-dreams.livejournal.com/41816.html#cutid1

Date: 2012-07-10 09:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tommyglitter.livejournal.com
Sweet! Just when I was looking for something to read, too! Now, GO WRITE! Goodness! I thought you had a few more chapters of Spliced to post... You made an addict out of me, bb! I need a fix! :D

Date: 2012-08-23 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Lol, a few more Spliced chapters to post... yeah, well it has been a few months since the last one. I feel bad about that. Imagine, I used to post every month! It seems impossible somehow now, but I'm working on at least improving my rate. One step at a time. Soon new Spliced will appear, and fingers crossed, Scotch too. :-)

Date: 2012-08-23 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tommyglitter.livejournal.com
*Hugs you hard* Can't wait!

Date: 2012-08-12 04:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] runiechica.livejournal.com
loving this story!! Can't wait to see where you take it to.

Date: 2012-08-23 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flighty-dreams.livejournal.com
Thanks, glad you're enjoying it! I've by no means discontinued writing it. :-)

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