<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/23sywzt.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Declan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living room, by the back door<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Janie<br/><hr/><br/>Declan was caught off guard as he felt a pair of fit arms wrap around him for a warm embrace. Turning his head he noticed Janie had come down stairs from her room and was dressed like it was ninety degrees outside. While he figured she had no intention of leaving the house in this weather dressed the way she was, he still couldn’t help but grin at her choice of attire. Declan shook his head and let out a sigh of slight frustration.<br/><br/>“Hey sis. Yeah I know. Busy with college. I was wanting to hit the slopes today, but the weather says otherwise.” He shrugged and moved past her over toward the fire to throw another log onto it. He picked up a rod and poked the burning logs, pushing them around for a few seconds before placing the poker back on a rack nearby.<br/><br/>“So how’s work?” He asked curiously as he reached for a mug that was sitting on a nearby coffee table. It was hot chocolate, his favorite for that time of year. Their mother always made the best hot chocolate, he simply couldn’t get enough of it. “Oh by the way, I went and got a new tattoo. I’ll have to show you later, it’s on my back, took four hours to do it all.” He grinned feeling pretty proud of that one. It was a large design that his friend had drawn up for him that was basically wings with an ancient looking cross between them that rested over the middle of his spine.<br/>