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for peter;
Jul. 11th, 2021 07:51 pm[ It was more difficult than Marcus thought it would be, sending Tomas off with Mouse. He's alone in their motel room now, with no idea where he's going to go or what he's going to do. After tonight, that is. Tonight he has plans with Peter, drinks at a local bar.
Tomorrow, he'll worry about his existential crisis.
He shows up at the bar in his best shirt (which isn't saying much) and nicest jeans (that's saying even less) and lingers outside under the awning upwind of the smokers chatting across the entryway. It looks like rain tonight. What he should expect from this region, he supposes, but the constant drizzling does remind him of England in a way he'd just as soon not think about.
Luckily it isn't too long before Peter's truck pulls into the parking lot, and the other man hops out and waves when he spots Marcus... who finds himself smiling already. ]
Evening.
Tomorrow, he'll worry about his existential crisis.
He shows up at the bar in his best shirt (which isn't saying much) and nicest jeans (that's saying even less) and lingers outside under the awning upwind of the smokers chatting across the entryway. It looks like rain tonight. What he should expect from this region, he supposes, but the constant drizzling does remind him of England in a way he'd just as soon not think about.
Luckily it isn't too long before Peter's truck pulls into the parking lot, and the other man hops out and waves when he spots Marcus... who finds himself smiling already. ]
Evening.
