Mailbox for Jim Lennox

With an open book in his lap and his sprained ankle propped up on the couch, Lennox was half-reading and half-waiting for Miguel to come by, hoping that he'd come by soon enough to let both the dogs out. They were both starting to do what Lennox had come to think of as the doggy pee dance and his ankle hurt enough that he didn't really want to get ( Read more... )

So Miguel had been in prison before the island. Not just any prison, really, but one that looked pretty fucking scary, as far as Lennox is concerned. And it isn't even the prison thing that's thrown him off, despite the fact that the whole scenario had seemed completely terrifying and, even now, he's feeling a little off kilter as a result. He ( Read more... )

It's been more than a few days and Lennox still mostly feels crappy. He knows Miguel is avoiding him, but it's not like he's gone out of his way to find him either. He knows where Miguel lives now and he could be the pushy jackass who just drops by and forces him to talk, but it still kind of stings. It all just reminds him of why he was avoiding ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since Lennox has had any sort of romance in his life and while he's mostly okay with that -- mostly likes it, actually -- it's been so damn long that he didn't immediately question Miguel the night before when he got a little... well, mushy. At the time, it had seemed a little strange, but they'd been in the moment and after ( Read more... )

With one joint tucked behind his ear and a few extras tucked in his pocket, Lennox led the way into the common area of the Hamlet, Eddie in tow. It wasn't much of a tradition in that they didn't pick a particular day or week to do this, but it was nice in its familiarity. Lennox, Eddie, a couple of joints and probably a night of crazy conversations ( Read more... )

They're drunk. Not that Lennox is surprised by the state they're both in, because it's a wedding and there's booze and they're both the type to drink more alcohol than they need. It's actually sort of nice, having someone here who will get drunk with him and not worry about any of the serious stuff. He has Eddie, of course, who will always get ( Read more... )

"So," Lennox said, his arms spread wide as if he was presenting himself to Frank -- which he supposed he was in a way -- and a grin on his face. "What's the plan?" They'd gotten caught up in other shit, their lives on the island, being busy with the building crew and classes and everything else the both of them did now that they'd settled into ( Read more... )

"Dude, pass me the lighter," Lennox said in a sleep clogged voice, still only half awake. There was a joint dangling from the corner of his mouth and he knew he should probably get up and let the dogs out, but it was comfortable and all he wanted was to smoke the joint. He hadn't even meant to fall asleep, but apparently they'd taken a fucking nap ( Read more... )

It was strange how waking up on Eddie and Lily's couch could become so familiar again after only two days. When Lennox woke that morning, he expected to feel the soft slope of their couch cushions against his cheek and instead felt Hal's fur brushing his arm from where she lay on his bed. Groaning softly, Lennox blinked a few times and then lifted ( Read more... )