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 Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:01 pm
"Um. Do you have towels?" Ever's expression was hopelessly amused, watching Zac flush and stutter and fidget and talk to himself. It was, however, also affectionate, despite himself. He really liked Zac. Didn't know quite what to do about that...
"Do we need towels? Is it hot enough we don't? I have a couple but..." But the chlorine would ruin them. Not a terrible thing, not necessarily. Just better if they had proper pool towels.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:15 pm
"...er..." he said drawing to a stop again. "...Goddamnit..." he cursed. "... W... We'll stop at the five and time, I'll get ...booze advertisement beach towels or something." He said his shoulders sagging. "Hell I teleported most of the way here I have ...nothing." He waved his hands and sighed.
"...Ok it was a half assed idea...happy?" He folded his arms.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:26 pm
"It's okay." Ever took advantage of his halt, his grumpy not-quite-a-stomp, to draw up behind him and wrap long arms around his waist. He was tall enough that it made him awkward, hunched, bent over to rest his chin on Zac's shoulder, but that was alright. It was comfortable even if it wasn't particularly comfortable.
"We can buy some beer, too. Towels and beer. And potato chips." This was turning into a proper night time party. Ever nudged him forward a step without letting go.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:30 pm
"Beer...." he said flatly and rolled his eyes. "Drunk swimming...marvelous idea." He said just a touch of sarcasm... then stuffed a hand in his pocket and pulled out a mangled, rumpled -wad- of bills that looked like it had been laundered.
"Spent a weekend at home, anything she forgets in the laundry I keep...like reverse rent." He took an awkward step forward with Ever still wrapped around him. He at least seemed calmer again...a small sigh and he was back at more or less 'ease'.
"...none of those god forsaken lime chips." He said pointedly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:08 am
Ever tucked his face in against the side of Zac's neck, for the moment, taking advantage of their relative privacy -- though it was going to be difficult to navigate stairs like this. So with a breath of a sigh he lifted his head and let the younger man go, to make it easier on both of them.
He'd taken the lack of smack or grumpiness as, at least, a step in the right direction.
"I'm happiest with plain ruffled. And the cheapest beer they have." He reached out to take the money out of Zac's hand and set to folding it flat, mostly to see how much they had. "Who'd you get this from?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:12 am
"My Mother..." he said with a poisonous edge to the normally maternal tone. "It was a long weekend..." He gritted his teeth and then heaved another heavy breath to let go of the bile that rose at that moment.
"Really long weekend...." He said crinkling his nose slightly, recalling his visiter. "Tell you later ok? I just... really don't want to think about it right now."
Even he hadn't counted what he'd absconded with, She'd assume she spent it somewhere and while it was a bitter taste in his mouth he had no thoughts of telling her he'd taken it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 9:23 am
'My mother' was about all Zac had to say to get Ever to snort a sound of something like agreement. He didn't hate his mother, nor resent her, but the idea of going home right now -- even for a weekend -- was enough to make his blood go cold.
Years, since he talked to any of them. Should probably send Renee something in the mail...he cleared his throat uncomfortably, shaking away the thought and holding out the flattened money. Thirty-three dollars. "You should tell me later, though."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 9:33 am
"yeah..." he replied too quietly... "yeah..." he repeated louder. "Maybe you should too..." He pressed slightly but then did something unusual for him... turned and worked till he could plant a kiss on Ever's lips.
"Come on... let's go get you some cheep beer and chips, take advantage of this moment of rebellious insanity before my over developed need to study clamps back into place." He said with a soft if slightly edgy laugh.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:22 am
If Zac was just faking the confidence, he was doing a damned good job -- and perhaps, if he did it enough, it'd stop being faked and start being real. That was the wondrous thing about confidence. Make-believe made you start to actually believe. It fed on itself, over and over...
Ever swallowed a noise at the kiss, leaning after him and licking his lips, the money still clutched in one hand, but he was good. He let Zac pull away and lead him off toward the corner store, trailing in his wake. "If it's French, I could maybe help."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:32 am
"That...thats defiantly part of it." He said and gave a small nervous grin. "... You'd think I could handle it...I get things like, math and Psychology, but language... even with my own little short hand it just..."
He sighed. "I mean I'm -passing- but not with the margin I want... stupid right?" He shrugged. "What about you... I was tutoring Dem for a while...should I include you? maybe we could do mail in courses for you... if you wanted."
Learning, the want to learn was something he couldn't understand -not- having, dropping out was... appalling and unthinkable even if Ladon and Scheelite seemed happier for it. Ever...well his wasn't by choice...forgivable, fixable... he could HELP... maybe.
He paused and looked suddenly decisive. "I'm ... getting us nachos... I haven't had them in a while." he said almost pointedly, and quickly ruined it with "if your down with that..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:42 am
Ever let the suggestions of help and schooling wash over him, one shoulder hiked in a shrug. Uncomfortable, maybe, but stoically so. He didn't want Zac to tutor him, that was sure as hell true. And mail in classes sounded problematic for all kinds of reasons. Online would be just about impossible.
Instead of replying to that, he latched onto the nachos, looking up at the store and then turning Zac neatly to nudge him in that direction. "You go buy nachos and pretend you don't know me. I'll get beer and chips so they don't get the bright idea to card you, too. Just be quick about it."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:46 am
Zac nodded and then added "I'll walk on head after I buy them... that way if he has any outside cameras he can't tell I'm waiting, alright? Advantage to short is I won't make it far." He chuckled.
He paused a moment, feeling the discomfort and let it slide...glancing away and then looking back with a small shrug. If Ever wanted to share his college books he could. "Just a thought..." he said... "Anything else you want me to get other than the chips?" He said stalling.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 1:23 pm
A thought flitted across Ever's expression, and Zac knew him well enough at this point to recognize the suggestion behind it. What else could he need in a corner store before going out with his -- well, whatever-it-was they had going on? He wasn't going to say, because sending a hopelessly-blushing Zac in through the front door would draw more suspicion than he wanted.
"Just go, Zac. I can get anything else I might need." Slow, and there was a teasing edge behind his tone of voice, even if Ever managed to suppress the urge to wiggle his eyebrows and grin. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Go get your chips. Quick."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 4:17 pm
He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something back but stopped himself. If they got into further talk he WOULD blush, it was just the way of things, so his jaw snapped shut with a slight click and he nodded, cramming his hands into his pockets and effecting a casual slouch he shuffled towards the main doors with the practiced ease of someone who had, for some time, been assuming not just the manners, but the faces of others.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:21 am
This almost certainly wouldn't be a problem. The store was empty enough that the bored-looking young man at the counter might not have bothered checking IDs, had they walked up together and requested a quart of vodka. Let Zac get the nachos and Ever'd nab everything else paying in a friendly way that he thought set people at ease but might have just left them rolling their eyes at him.
Either way, it worked, and he'd meet Zac out front with a black opaque bag full of the cheapest beer they had, cheerfully swinging an arm over his shoulders and drawing him away from the place. "How far to your pool, then? And exactly how much breaking and entering are we going to have to do?"
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