a/n: It's still Valentine's, somewhere.
Imagine L, tidying up his shop after the bustle of a busy and supremely profitable day. He rubs his hand and changes the label on several bottles from "Cologne White Land" to "Skell Fuel Additive".
Imagine Roo and Tatsu, laughing while doing a very bad job of washing the dinner dishes. Imagine Lin sitting on the couch and positively annihilating the enemies in Tatsu's new game.
Imagine Brian and Lindsey, sitting on a bench in the park, too broke to go out for dinner (if they could find a table), sharing the most sickening endearments.
Imagine Sara-Ariel, feet in fuzzy slippers, cup of instant cocoa, playing cut-throat Scrabble against a good buddy.
Imagine Mathias hunched over his messy desk, reworking his presentation for the eighth time.
Imagine Jack and Lila, slumped against each other, dead asleep on his sofa, the pizza barely eaten, the beer getting warm.
Imagine Gino, trying to muster the guts and cool to suggest Neesae come back to his place again. Imagine Neesae, ready to say no, but also ready to have a nice kissing session before she says goodnight.
Imagine Alexa and Doug, talking skells, tango, and the importance of the right augments.
Imagine Lucky, flirting like mad with the owner of the Repenta after closing.
Imagine Rosalee. What does she see in her future?
Imagine Irina.
a/n: Good night, and good luck.