"...Are you stoned?" Hunter asked accusingly as he hopped up onto the trampoline. He'd been just chilling and he'd heard the giggles in the familiar voice, so of course he'd come to investigate. "Is there any left?"
Micheal lifted his head and grinned at Hunter. "Would you think less of me if I was?" his words burst into giggles at the end, unable to help himself. "Nah, just finished it. "
"Pssh. No." Hunter flopped next to him, making a face. "But you coulda shared, dude." Not that he thought that was fucking likely, but...he wouldn't mind being stoned right then, either.
"Didn't know I was going to have company." He teased back. Of course, normally he wouldn't even haven't considered the idea, but right now, he didn't care.
Julian peered into the darkness, trying not to think about the last time he'd been on the trampoline. "...Hullo?" he called softly, standing at the edge. "Er--Michael?" He wasn't positive, but he thought that was who it was. If so he should likely talk to him.
Guy was drunk. Wholly by accident. It had started as a night-cap. Perhaps it was a bad idea taking night-caps on the beach. One had become several and now the bottle was empty. And still sleep had not come to knock him out. He decided then to go back to the caves.
The familiar giggle brought with it a particular sort of feeling in his stomach followed instantly by a sharp pang. Michael was there, lying back on the trampoline, giggling, the little light there was shining off his face and figure.
And before he knew it, he was there, leaning on a tree (for support), staring.
It was after another attempt at counting the stars, he'd gotten to 25, counted backwards to 14 then back up to 32 before he burst into giggles again, when he realized he wasn't alone. He turned his head and saw Guy staring. Cocking his head, he just stared back, though he was still smiling drunkenly thanks to his high.
It took a while to register the other could see him now, and for a moment they were just two men staring at each other. When it did register, Guy smiled to the smile and approached. "Hullo. More where that came from?" He asked, referring, of course, to the joint. He could be in the mood for that.
Micheal shook his head lazily, still with a grin on his face. "Nope too late. Just finished it." He turned his head back to look up at the stars but made what could be a welcoming motion with his hand for Guy to join him. "I have news for you that you will just love." His voice taking on a teasing note now.
"Are you alright?" Booth's voice was low and interested in the display before him. The man, who appeared to be incapacitated on the trampoline, startled John with his giggles. "What's so funny?"
Micheal lifted himself up on his elbows to look around for the source of the unfamiliar voice. When he spotted the man, he just grinned and nodded. "Oh I'm perfectly fine. For the moment. Until someone else disappears." He said all this as if it was nothing. "Maybe that's what's funny." He wasn't making sense...and that just made him giggle again.
"Disappears from here? From this island?" Booth became suddenly intrigued. John stepped forward, eyeing the man to make sure he was safe. "Hello. I don't believe we've met."
"Oh yes...happens all the time. Poof! One day your here, next your not." His tone is totally opposite what it should be, him still grinning and giggling. If there was anyone who looked completely harmless on the island, it was Micheal, even stoned, his over all being completely honest. "I'm Micheal. He asked curiously, cocking his head. "Who are you?"
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The familiar giggle brought with it a particular sort of feeling in his stomach followed instantly by a sharp pang. Michael was there, lying back on the trampoline, giggling, the little light there was shining off his face and figure.
And before he knew it, he was there, leaning on a tree (for support), staring.
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