handing red_dragon a perfect gin martini…
Here, honey… shivering… You know it’s always so cold in this big 'ol house. And Cecil just refuses to buy me another mink…pout and all the ones I have are last years style…pout
brachy said:
“She picks up her mallet, blows a kiss with her luscious lips to iampunha (“Thanks for the earhole covers, tiger”) and limps toward the front door.”
Brachy, you want we should stay after hours in the supply room some night or somethin’? These arms is good for stuff besides swingin’ a lead pipe, ya know 
Stopping in mid-limp, brachy turns to eye iampunha and purrs, “Tarzan, you can always swing your lead pipe my way.”