I wear my sunglasses at night.
Who: Nick and OPEN
Where: The miniature golf park.
When: January 7th, 2011, close to midnight
What: Arrival.
Rating: Nick has a dirty mouth by nature.
Status: Open
It was when Michael had said, "Robert's actually back. He never went. He decided not to go," that Nick had realized that bringing Michael Fire Island might have been one of those on the moment decisions he might live to forget. If he lived that long, that is.
"Oh, so we don't have to go to Africa then," Nick had replied, smartly. "Don't suppose you'd still be up for going?" He slipped his sunglasses back on and took in the tinted ocean scene in front of him, facing away.
Michael gave him one of those maternal looks. "Let's go back to your apartment, okay?"
Nick shrugged Michael's hand away from his shoulder. He didn't want to go anywhere. And he was about to tell Michael as much as he turned around and suddenly Michael wasn't there. In his place was a 6 foot tall lit up windmill. He had to slide his sunglasses up on his head to see it. Nick's eyes widened. His hallucinations were definitely getting more vivid.
"The fu--" Nick started and turned around to catch a glimpse at the other miniaturized lit up landmarks around him when, as he stepped, a golf ball skidded under his shoe and he dropped, butt first, to the green felt covered ground. He looked around wildly.
Where: The miniature golf park.
When: January 7th, 2011, close to midnight
What: Arrival.
Rating: Nick has a dirty mouth by nature.
Status: Open
It was when Michael had said, "Robert's actually back. He never went. He decided not to go," that Nick had realized that bringing Michael Fire Island might have been one of those on the moment decisions he might live to forget. If he lived that long, that is.
"Oh, so we don't have to go to Africa then," Nick had replied, smartly. "Don't suppose you'd still be up for going?" He slipped his sunglasses back on and took in the tinted ocean scene in front of him, facing away.
Michael gave him one of those maternal looks. "Let's go back to your apartment, okay?"
Nick shrugged Michael's hand away from his shoulder. He didn't want to go anywhere. And he was about to tell Michael as much as he turned around and suddenly Michael wasn't there. In his place was a 6 foot tall lit up windmill. He had to slide his sunglasses up on his head to see it. Nick's eyes widened. His hallucinations were definitely getting more vivid.
"The fu--" Nick started and turned around to catch a glimpse at the other miniaturized lit up landmarks around him when, as he stepped, a golf ball skidded under his shoe and he dropped, butt first, to the green felt covered ground. He looked around wildly.