The drive to New York with his best mate had been interesting, to say the least. When they left Princeton, Lachlan was in a vile mood. Just the look on his face had said it all. It seemed early mornings didn't mix very well with nicotine withdrawal, sexual frustration, lost music mojo, and a broken arm. For the first half hour of the drive, Lachlan ( Read more... )

17 days and counting.

I need an activity to distract me for approximately 16 days and three hours. And I need to book an appointment for a tattoo for approximately 18 days from now. May as well try to tap into the positive cell of my brain.

That morning, Riley actually woke up refreshed for the first time in ages. Despite Chase's Bachelor Party the previous night, he'd left early with Pat (for obvious reasons) and after a night of getting certain things out of his system, he'd slept well and soundly, waking around eight thirty feeling quite good. At least, healthy. He was still a bit ( Read more... )

Riley's mood was bittersweet as he drew in a heavy breath of New York air. It wasn't as clean or fresh as Scotland, but it was on home soil and that was enough for him right now. It had been much harder walking away from Beth and leaving her in Scotland than he had thought, but they both knew they'd made the right decision for now. They'd spent the ( Read more... )

Are you around?

It was late afternoon and Riley found himself trapped in the rush hour traffic of New Yorkers knocking off work for the day. He'd slowly made it from the Upper East Side to Tab's apartment block and was lucky to find a parking space. He figured that if he ended up in New York as he had done today and didn't drop in to see her, he could kiss his ( Read more... )

It was close to two am and Riley would never know what caused him to think it was a good idea making a drunken phone call to his sister. It took five attempts to get her number right and five wrong numbers with extremely cranky recipients on the other end of the line ( Read more... )

When the doorbell rang unexpectly, Riley was standing in the kitchen with no shirt on (he hadn't gotten beyond pulling on some track pants and socks when Pat had arrived for coffee, let alone brushing his bed hair, which was sticking up in all directions) and had just taken a bite out of two Krispy Kreme glazed donuts piled on top of each other. He ( Read more... )

One ride on the Tea Cups had Riley (who was an interested shade of green) stumbling over to a nearby safety railing and leaning over it heavily. "Not gonna puke... not gonna puke... not gonna puke..." he chanted to himself an punctuated with a dry heave over the rail ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS and THIS]Riley made sure his towel was so tightly tied around his waist that it dug into his skin and forced him to have to loosen it when it made him feel like throwing up from the tension around his stomach. He'd tentatively gone back inside and, despite the hot weather, proceeded to pull on his trackpants underneath the towel, two ( Read more... )