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 Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:26 am
He had been going stir-crazy of all things, that's how he ended up where he did. Absolutely sick of looking at the walls of his dorm room... it never used to be a problem.
Between Ever's comment a few days about about wishing he were more confidant out of uniform...and the fact he was on his third 'review' of the same material for his final exams in one night, while the air refused to circulate or do anything remotely cooling... he decided out was the ONLY option.
It took some effort of course, not the easiest thing to do to set it up so that you could leave the Hillworth grounds un-noticed, far easier though when you could teleport... he did, it was far far too hot to walk so he headed to the laundry room and left from there.
He did at least re-appear about half a block from Ever's apartment and walked the rest of the way to give a polite if 'wilted' from the heat knock on the door. Now he just had to Hope ever Hadn't already gone out for the evening.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:37 am
When he answered the door, Ever looked about seconds from heading out, yes: tooth brush crammed into his mouth, still, 'dressed up' in pants that didn't have holes in them and a shirt that was passably attractive, he stood blinking down at Zac in a puzzled way. It looked a bit like he'd been planning for a date but -- it also looked like he'd been planning to go out to a club or a bar somewhere, and that would hardly have been new.
He'd expected it to be Sabine come home. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. His mouth was full, his hair rumpled but he'd made an attempt at smoothing it, and he just stared at Zac for a moment. Then he flashed a lumpy smile and stepped back to let him in, pantomiming to wait while he ran to the bathroom to spit and rinse.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:43 am
There was a brief twinge, a twist he didn't want to think too hard about at the thought that Ever might be heading out to see 'someone else.'
It wasn't like it was out of character for Ever either so he did his best to stuff it aside and ignore it, he had enough of 'serious dating' anyhow...right?
"Did I interrupt?" He called after the retreating Ever, listening to him spit into the sink. "I was going stir crazy... and it's too hot so I had an idea."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:54 am
Water running, Ever tipped his head down to fill his mouth and spit again into the sink -- not exactly charming or sexy, but at least it was hygenic. He made a noise as he came up again, wiping at his mouth at leaning back to peer out at Zac.
"...is this a Zink idea or a Zac idea?" It was an absent question, maybe, except...except it wasn't. There were all kinds of layers beneath it. Who was asking? Business or pleasure? An idea that came with orders or requests...?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 10:52 am
"Both..." he said with perhaps a slight edge of sarcasm, but he followed it with "Mostly Zac..." He paused drumming his fingers before mustering the desire to continue.
"I want to find someplace where we can go for a swim." He said decisively. "It's too damned hot out and I'm... tired of studying french." He bit off a continuation of that, a laundry list of everything he'd been fighting with but somehow it sounded almost... dangerously rebellious when he admitted he was tired of studying.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 10:56 am
...oh. Ever blinked at that, considering the heat and how his shirt stuck against his back, the limp mess of his hair in this humidity. It was not, he decided, a bad idea. Cold water would help, and being half-naked with Zac certainly wouldn't be a bad thing either...
The thought made him quirk a little smile, but then nod meaningfully toward a rapidly-darkening window. It wasn't late enough for the sun to be setting, but it was late enough to be after pool hours. Late enough that kids were likely getting picked up and hauled home, and the padlock's going up.
"Might be a bit easier said than done, right now." He cleared his throat, eyes resettling on Zac. He didn't say impossible. Just...it was difficult. "And I don't have a swimsuit."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 11:09 am
"So wear some dark boxers... come on." He said sweeping his own limp bangs back out of his face. "I mean god...we more or less mug people for their ENERGY, admittedly for a cause but how much worse is it to 'sneak' into a pool... "
"I'll teleport us both past a locked DOOR if we have to but I'm -going- to cool off...besides its -perfect-...no one else there to stare or ...pee in the pool."
He said crinkling his nose remembering a few summers with 'warm spots' and giggling grade schoolers.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 11:30 am
He brightened even more at that idea, eyebrows raising. Settled in the bathroom doorway, he didn't answer for the moment -- just watched Zac like he was trying to figure out exactly what was going on here. Something had gotten into the younger man's cheerios, perhaps...
"...uh huh. I don't think I actually have dark boxers. Or...wait, I might have some with snow men on them..." He eased out into the main room and crouched to poke through his bag. First ones he came up with were blue with rubber duckies; second were red with skull and cross-bones. He kept digging. "Did you have some place in mind?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 3:33 am
Zac arched an eyebrow at the boxer-parade. He thought -he- owned a few laughable pairs, but really... duckies?
"I know a place with a gate?" He shrugged. "Outdoors so they don't have a camera, its separated a good way from the little...apartment housing its supposed to be part of. The only thing we have to hope for is that they actually filled the damned thing with water... otherwise I might be tempted to find us a kiddy-pool."
Hard to say if he was joking or not.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:49 am
"...Zac, as I live and breathe, are you suggesting we break into someone's pool?" He'd paused, at that, the aforementioned black boxers in his hand -- and yes, they were in fact covered in little white snow men. They were also faded almost to grey with age, the fabric gone stiff. He probably needed to invest in some new undergarments.
With a grin, he tugged off his shirt and folded it back up into his bag. No point dressing nice if the were going for trouble. He stood, kicking off his shoes, to head toward the bathroom. "It's after Labor Day, isn't it? Most people fill their pools up then..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 6:06 pm
"Yes, yes I am suggestion the HEINUS act of sneaking in and dipping into a demi-public pool by night... by god we might steal enough water to dampen a -towel- if we are there long enough, I don't know HOW they will ever recover." He said dripping sarcasm at the idea.
"... Like I haven't heard of most of the CITY doing that at some point or other, it's probably...some kind of High school right of passage I never got included on anyhow." He blinked at the boxers and made a small face.
"...those are ...really awful."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 6:18 pm
"They're dark boxers." He waved them at Zac like a flag, not quite rolling his eyes as he stepped through the bathroom door. A pause, long enough to give the younger man a teasing look, before he closed it -- not all the way, but enough to protect his decency.
Ha.
He spoke as he changed, clothing rustling and voice raised just a little. "...I've done it, though. I mean, not in high school, since I didn't do high school, but since dropping out."
There was a breath, and then his tone went sly, face poking into the crack of the doorway. "We went skinny dipping, though."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 6:25 pm
Zac's eyes went wide as saucers at the idea, and the expected blush was -right on cue. He snapped his gaze away but far too late to hide the red that crept down his neck as well.
"You would..." he shot back, it was such a grade school-girly response he could have kicked himself. "Er... god... ok that... damn it how the hell do you disarm my vocabulary when you do that!" He flustered.
Ever... Skinny Dipping, that put interesting thought chains in motion, including the less than serious thought that ever -defined- skinny dipping, all knees, elbows and ribs.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 6:29 pm
"Sheer animal attraction, Zac." His eyes were still bright with laughter as he ducked back around, snapping waistband into place and snatching up his nice pants. He wouldn't wear those, either, just in case they had to abandon clothing -- or in case they had to drop it in the dirt. He came out in those godawful holiday-themed boxers and delicately set his pants on the nest of his bed.
He'd go for scuffed and torn jeans instead -- the darkest he had -- and a black t-shirt that was torn around the hem, strings fraying out. That should hopefully help him blend in. Ever hesitated for a moment over a hat before deciding it was too hot. "You should read more of those books. Might take the edge off."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 6:33 pm
"Your...'Books' are abysmal..." he flushed. "AND ... I.. good lord...Not..." He faded from confidant to a mumbling blush of hunched shoulders growling something about unrealistic just as a base of common knowledge and something about perpetual viagra.
But there was one thing to be noted... he said books... plural.
He heaved a heavy sigh and glanced down at his own clothing, working his jaw. "mmm..." He said sounding frustrated. "I... I like this shirt... kinda... I mean I know its ... ******** it I can make another..." He said and headed to the door. "In case I mean..."
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