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Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Lance Alvers, Pietro Maximoff
Summary: While running some errands downtown, Lance runs into a familiar face.
Status: In progress...
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Muching absently on a Snickers bar, Lance hefted the grocery bag in his arms, waiting for the light to turn. He'd finally managed to snag a day off from work and true to form, planned to do nothing more with it than settle in for a Dresden Files marathon and have a few beers. Lance snorted to himself at the thought. He had a hard time believing sometimes that he'd ever actually done something in highschool, even if it was just getting high with a couple of jerk offs under the bleachers.
Stuffing the candy paper in his pocket, he was just about to jog across the street, traffic be damned, when a flash of peroxide blonde caught his eye. There. Coming out of the hardware store, which was not at all a place he expected to see the other man in.
"Pietro?"
Characters: Lance Alvers, Pietro Maximoff
Summary: While running some errands downtown, Lance runs into a familiar face.
Status: In progress...
Semi-private; ask to join
Muching absently on a Snickers bar, Lance hefted the grocery bag in his arms, waiting for the light to turn. He'd finally managed to snag a day off from work and true to form, planned to do nothing more with it than settle in for a Dresden Files marathon and have a few beers. Lance snorted to himself at the thought. He had a hard time believing sometimes that he'd ever actually done something in highschool, even if it was just getting high with a couple of jerk offs under the bleachers.
Stuffing the candy paper in his pocket, he was just about to jog across the street, traffic be damned, when a flash of peroxide blonde caught his eye. There. Coming out of the hardware store, which was not at all a place he expected to see the other man in.
"Pietro?"