ooc: takes place Friday afternoon. Everyone is welcome!Washington DC doesn't see many perfect summer days. It's a city that lends itself more to a steely gray atmosphere, to faint, depressing drizzle that lasts for weeks, to granite monuments shrouded in fog. Today, however, the sun has won out against both politics and history, and has burst
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This was... a bbq. Just a regular, run of the mill bbq, and John had never been to one of those before. Not that he can remember, anyway.
He's out of place here, he knows. It's not that he's nervous or anxious or shy or anything like that - he's still has the self-confident set to his shoulders - but he doesn't know how to make himself fit in. And so he sort of hangs back a little bit, on the edge of the crowd, and watched family members talk and laugh and people coo over a baby and his social boyfriends mingle with the crowd.
He wonders how his life has become so civilian.
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Nic had spotted him looking vaguely uncomfortable, and has headed over to see him. "How are you doing? I heard there was a bit of an incident at the Center last week?"
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There are some bruises on his face still fading but almost gone, and it's a damn good thing she couldn't see his ribcage, which was still pretty bruised looking, underneath the tape. But, of course, he wouldn't answer any other way.
"Uh, not at the Center, actually," John clarifies. "Away from it. I made sure it was away. But I'm fine, really."
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He's pretty indifferent to a lot of places, actually, and hasn't spent a lot of time there, considering it's where he has a house.
"It'll be nice to be out of the city." He adds, "Yeah, you have a lot of family, huh?"
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That doesn't seem to account for even half the people there. "Oh, and some of the neighbors. And... I have no idea. Bobby invited some people."
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