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Michael Keppler
14 February 2011 @ 10:30 pm
Mike had been planning tonight for a while, and he just hoped now that all the pieces would come together. He'd had to call in a couple of favors here and there, and place a few orders, but, well, knowing Natalie, she would hopefully be happy with what he'd done. Sure, hearts and flowers and chocolates were a good solid traditional thing to give on Valentine's Day, but Mike had always preferred to do things a little... differently. Still, there were some traditions which were worth keeping, and that was why he was in his apartment adjusting his tie, having already put on his suit. All he had to do now was wait.

When Natalie returned to her own apartment that evening after another long day in work, she would have found an envelope that had been placed under her door with a printed card inside; and on that card would have been these words:

"Natalie -

Today's supposed to be a special day, and that's why I want to spend it with you... and twenty-two other guys. Meet me downstairs at 8. No need to bring beer.

- Mike. <3"
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Michael Keppler
07 February 2011 @ 06:15 pm
Post for sixwordstories:

*cooking a surprise dinner for her*
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Michael Keppler
26 January 2011 @ 02:09 pm
Post for sixwordstories:

Spending today thinking about old friends.
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Michael Keppler
30 October 2010 @ 04:14 pm
It was early evening when Mike knocked on the door of Natalie's apartment. Okay, so it wasn't quite Halloween yet, but he figured that with the both of them having to work on Monday, a Saturday night would be a better time to, er, 'surprise' her. He shifted from one foot to the other, feeling like a prize dork in the outfit he was wearing, which was something similar to this. If Lance Arturo ever found about it, he doubted he'd ever live it down. No matter; he'd chosen it to make Natalie smile more than anything else, and if she decided she did like it, then that was an added bonus.

He gave the door another tentative knock, slightly shifting the six-pack of beer he'd brought under one arm, and cleared his throat as the door swung open.

"Trick or Treat...?"
Michael Keppler
16 September 2010 @ 09:28 pm
An exhausted Mike Keppler fell gratefully into his apartment after another long day, practically throwing his briefcase down beside the door with a weary sigh, and hurling his coat towards the coat rack; the weather may have been warm, but those light summer storms had been rather unpredictable lately. That done, he staggered towards the couch, shrugging off his suit jacket and laying it over one of the arms before flopping down wearily onto the cushions. Damn, but he was tired! He just about had enough energy to press the 'PLAY' button on his CD player, closing his eyes to savor the music of whatever CD he'd left in there from the night before.

He'd get a cold beer, in a minute, when he'd sat down and rested for a while. And if he fell into a light doze before then, well, that was just fine, too.
Current Music: "Oh! Look At Me Now" - Frank Sinatra
Michael Keppler
05 September 2010 @ 08:48 pm
Gone To The Dogs...Collapse )
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