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dreamlikenewyork2022-05-17 01:32 am
writeyourownending) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2022-05-17 01:32 am
"You are my sunshine..."
Who: Winston Slater and Reecy Chester-Wilson
What: BFF Catchup
Where: En-route to the beach
When: After this and simultaneous to this
Reecy pulled up at yet another intersection clogged with weekend traffic and Winston sighed, rubbing his face. He checked his watch because it felt like they had been in the car for ten hours, not ten minutes. "Why are we doing this again? Don't you have, like, a dance to rehearse or a husband to annoy? I was happy in bed."
Just over an hour ago, Winston had been buried under his covers in bed, gloriously oblivious to lunchtime approaching, when Reecy ripped his covers off and woke him up singing You Are My Sunshine. Besides swearing in about eight different languages in his head, Winston had seriously regretted ever giving her a key to his apartment he moved into a few weeks back. He still had boxes piled up everywhere and had only unpacked the essentials. Reecy could be painfully and annoyingly cheerful when she wanted to be and if she knew it was annoying you, she'd amp it up tenfold just to shit you. That was where he was when he dragged himself into the bathroom, bitching that, for some reason, she was even more of a pain in his butt than usual.
Now they were on their way to a 'much overdue BFF date' and all he was feeling was that he needed more sleep and possibly a few shots of alcohol. Not that alcohol had been much of his friend lately. He had always been a painful lightweight who got the worst hangovers but alcohol always seemed like a good idea at the time when it felt like there was nothing better to do. The sun was too bright and talk was too loud. He wasn't so much in a bad mood as in no real mood at all, which was probably worse to deal with. He respected that but it didn't make him want a sunburn at the beach either.
What: BFF Catchup
Where: En-route to the beach
When: After this and simultaneous to this
Reecy pulled up at yet another intersection clogged with weekend traffic and Winston sighed, rubbing his face. He checked his watch because it felt like they had been in the car for ten hours, not ten minutes. "Why are we doing this again? Don't you have, like, a dance to rehearse or a husband to annoy? I was happy in bed."
Just over an hour ago, Winston had been buried under his covers in bed, gloriously oblivious to lunchtime approaching, when Reecy ripped his covers off and woke him up singing You Are My Sunshine. Besides swearing in about eight different languages in his head, Winston had seriously regretted ever giving her a key to his apartment he moved into a few weeks back. He still had boxes piled up everywhere and had only unpacked the essentials. Reecy could be painfully and annoyingly cheerful when she wanted to be and if she knew it was annoying you, she'd amp it up tenfold just to shit you. That was where he was when he dragged himself into the bathroom, bitching that, for some reason, she was even more of a pain in his butt than usual.
Now they were on their way to a 'much overdue BFF date' and all he was feeling was that he needed more sleep and possibly a few shots of alcohol. Not that alcohol had been much of his friend lately. He had always been a painful lightweight who got the worst hangovers but alcohol always seemed like a good idea at the time when it felt like there was nothing better to do. The sun was too bright and talk was too loud. He wasn't so much in a bad mood as in no real mood at all, which was probably worse to deal with. He respected that but it didn't make him want a sunburn at the beach either.