come one, come all, to the greatest show on earth:

So here’s what you missed on Glee: Everest was at the coronation party because his circus was supposed to perform that night, and he was supposed to chat up this super hot blonde chick when who should appear but BRYAR, the super cute girl he’d pulled some moves on that one time and she was totally impressed. Bryar was also dressed in this really nice clingy dress which showed off her a m a z i n g tits and she was well up for a dance with Everest because who wouldn’t be (he’s hot) and they were flirting and dancing and flirting and laughing and flirting. I mean who wouldn’t want to flirt with someone in that dress with those tits. And who wouldn’t want to flirt with Everest?? He’s hot.

Bryar would not admit that she liked him, but Everest knew she did, because she was making not-so-subtle references to fun private time while smirking (and also he’s hot). Everest smirked back, his mind immediately going to all the things which could be ‘more’ than just her putting her hands on him… and where they could potentially go to do it. The party was rammed, but a building this size had to have a few spare, lockable rooms, right? Or perhaps not lockable. There was a bit of a thrill in the potential to be caught.

He spun her out and back in closer, bringing his hand down to just below the base of her spine. Her eyes were dark, her breath warm over his lips.

“I love dancing.” He leaned forward so that his cheek was alongside hers, a hair’s breadth away. He ran his other hand slowly up her spine, coming to a rest on the back of her neck. “And I’m certain I’ll love kissing you more.”

He kissed her lightly on the cheek, then moved his head round so that his lips could meet hers, pulling her in so close that he was sure she could feel his heart beating against her chest. Her awesome, well-presented chest. The rest of the party melted away as if it had never been there. Everest was only aware of Bryar: the heat of her, the taste of her, the feel of her soft hair beneath his fingertips.

And this, dear readers, is where we shall stop. Because could you imagine a more perfect moment for Tahl to absolutely destroy? Roll on in here, Dema.

dankeschön,

everest