Oct 31, 2005 10:56
His tv is off, a mental note trying to keep Hugh in check from spending too much time on his electronic distractions. He can't resist just a little bit of it, however, clicking onto his e-mail and checking in with everybody, making sure he's up to date with friends and any world-stopping hero stuff to watch over, especially after that riot just around...thank god the JSA was around.
Fortunately, recent events haven't shut down Halloween in the big apple, and Hugh looks very much forward to heading to his favorite bar for a party, and provided that the alcohol passes through his system fast enough, give a ring-a-ding to Steve once he gets back home, and set up another date. Hopefully dinner on one of his days off.
Steve is for a later time, he reminds himself as he slaps on a Bomber Jacket and zips up, heading out his apartment door. He turns in the direction towards The Barracks, smiling at the kids who say he has an 'excellent costume'. A few even pick him out in the background from the photos of the JSA yesterday.
Halloween was looking to be fun and alcohol-laden tonight...
tasmanian devil,
deadman