A Small Clearing in The Preserve, Tuesday Evening
So. There was this clearing, in the preserve? Where this guy and this girl had a really awkward time of things a little more than a year ago. It involved this helicopter, and some kissing, and some running, and a jacket that had been left to sit in the leaves.
Tonight, in the same clearing, in the same preserve, a certain redhead was happily covering the eyes of a certain blond, leading her to a spread that had been set up on top of his jacket, laid out on the ground to keep a picnic dinner from getting dirt and leaves on it.
"No peekin'," Reno informed her, grinning. "Step high, there's a branch there, yo."
It had been a full year, him with her. And this seemed like just the place to spend it, vacation over the weekend aside.
[For the girlie! Trying very hard to be NWS... Mwahahah.]
Tonight, in the same clearing, in the same preserve, a certain redhead was happily covering the eyes of a certain blond, leading her to a spread that had been set up on top of his jacket, laid out on the ground to keep a picnic dinner from getting dirt and leaves on it.
"No peekin'," Reno informed her, grinning. "Step high, there's a branch there, yo."
It had been a full year, him with her. And this seemed like just the place to spend it, vacation over the weekend aside.
[For the girlie! Trying very hard to be NWS... Mwahahah.]