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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 2:06 pm
For as much time as Bo spent in the company of women, it was good to get away with his boys on occasion. Usually, he would throw a big party at his apartment with some sort of bro-theme. The last one had been a Bro-down, western theme with lots of beer and fake cap guns. Unfortunately, the noise from that party had elicited one too many noise complaints, and so, Bo, ever the partier, had decided to break up his massive party into a few smaller gatherings.
With the summer heat slowly slipping from the air (sometimes Bo swore he could feel its departure), the massive swimmer from Sovereign Heights elected to have a bonfire at one of the less crowded beaches that had a fire pit. He arrived an hour or so before, unloading wood from his friend's pick-up truck that he borrowed for the evening.
By the time the sun went down, Bo had amassed a pretty decent tower of wood with a nice kindling to log ratio. Just to help it, he squirted a little lighter fluid on to the stack. There was a pack of matches he planned to use to start the whole thing up -- but that was some ceremonial stuff. He would wait for his guests to arrive before doing the honors.
Until then, Bo crossed to the truck parked about 15 feet away (drive-on beaches were awesome) and grabbed a small red and white cooler. He let it fall into the sand with a whispered squish, grabbed a beer, cracked it open, and then sat back on top of the cooler to examine his handiwork.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 9:42 pm
Jett had plenty of reasons to be in the area today, and while he couldn't reason taking a trip all the way out to the beach by himself on most occasions, when work was related it was no question.
It just so happened to be a stroke of luck that Bo's invitation fell on the same day he was delivering a massively overpriced piece of merchandise to a damn near senile patron. The things people were willing to spend money on never ceased to surprise him, but—hey. Money was money and he wasn't fool enough to complain about that.
Plus, getting out of town and hanging out away from everything didn't seem like such a bad thing. He hadn't gotten to get some time away in a bit, and Jett—for as much as he loved Destiny City, as much as he loved the Dark Mirror Court, and as much as he loved Raven—could still enjoy a nice ride in his car and a trip to hang out with some guys. There were far too many women in Jett's life—which he tolerated well enough when they weren't being, you know, women—so a little space and relaxation was sounding right up his alley.
While Jett was not particularly thrilled with the prospect of cleaning sand out and off of his car, he hadn't been to the beach all summer. He reasoned that his car was in need of a cleaning, anyway, so there wasn't really anything to lose by coming out tonight. Sliding into a parking spot, he didn't waste too much time making himself presentable before ejecting himself from the black Corvette. For a fifteen year old car, she was holding up pretty well, and it was habit that had him tracing his fingers over the hood as he made his way towards Bo.
"Hey, you. Long time no see," he greeted in casual fashion.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 2:09 am
Grant never went anywhere without some gift. At least, if he was invited to hang out and he knew it would be appropriate (and some times when he wasn't sure, but still felt it would be nice). He did not treat this gathering at the beach any differently.
He never got invited to just hang out with some guys and be cool! In fact, though he never noticed it himself, he was usually the stand in for the effeminate male friend that girls trusted because they either thought he was gay or, more traditionally save in romantic comedies, actually was. Of course, even this standard was something he would have derived out of movies and television anyway, but still. He was more used to window shopping at the mall then he was sitting on a beach.
He brought cupcakes.
Walking onto the beach, since the wheels in his heels would not work on sand, he strode toward the duo and waved, careful not to drop his cupcakes. "Hey guys!" he called jovially, running the rest of the short distance rather awkwardly. Sand was tricky for him.
"How's it going? I hope it's okay I brought cupcakes! As long as we don't get sand in them... but I'm sure they'd still taste good either way!" He laughed and looked at Bo and then at Jett eagerly.
His goofy enthusiasm was probably why he did not get invited to hang out with the guys. One of the reasons, anyway.
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