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Log: Oliver & Billy
Who: Oliver K/Billy K
What: Musings & coffee
Where: Outside the bad diner, to start
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: TBD
[For a while tonight, Billy hadn’t been so convinced that he’d even make it to the diner. Not that he was operating under any sort of illusion that it was a set thing that Oliver would even show up at all, just because they’d talked about it that first night they’d met (well, that first night that Billy had invaded the other boy’s personal space, when Oliver could very well have been willing to say just about anything to get rid of the annoying stranger with a distinct lack of personal boundaries). Billy wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d never seen the kid again, actually. But he liked his coffee and the time that he took to read under the stark, flickering fluorescence of the diner’s overhead lights, so he usually ended up there anyway.
But tonight was a weird one. Billy didn’t usually work this early in the week, since the circle of caravans north of town tended to get most of its traffic between Thursday and Sunday nights - but he was still trying to recover some of the money he’d spent on a new pair of boots to replace the ones he’d outgrown since his arrival in town (and not just outgrown, but outworn, what with the miles he’d clocked walking between town and Hookerville when he couldn’t manage to hitch rides). So he’d worked, just for a few hours, and that meant he was kinda tired and a little tense in his shoulders and neck when he was dropped off on the north side of town by his last john of the evening.
The walk over to the diner helped a bit, but so did the little nip of rum from the half-pint bottle that Billy had tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. (They weren’t part of his usual ‘work uniform’ since he hadn’t had time to do laundry yet: a little baggy on him and ripped over his knees and thighs, faded to a light shade that matched his denim vest.) That served more to perk him up to a spry sort of warmth more than he would have going for him otherwise, but the cigarette he sparked helped even more, even as he crossed his fingers and hoped that Destiny wasn’t anywhere nearby to catch him in the act.
In fact, he was mostly focused on just keeping any eye out for his sister while he parked himself in the lot outside the diner and worked on sucking the smoke down to its filter.]
What: Musings & coffee
Where: Outside the bad diner, to start
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: TBD
[For a while tonight, Billy hadn’t been so convinced that he’d even make it to the diner. Not that he was operating under any sort of illusion that it was a set thing that Oliver would even show up at all, just because they’d talked about it that first night they’d met (well, that first night that Billy had invaded the other boy’s personal space, when Oliver could very well have been willing to say just about anything to get rid of the annoying stranger with a distinct lack of personal boundaries). Billy wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d never seen the kid again, actually. But he liked his coffee and the time that he took to read under the stark, flickering fluorescence of the diner’s overhead lights, so he usually ended up there anyway.
But tonight was a weird one. Billy didn’t usually work this early in the week, since the circle of caravans north of town tended to get most of its traffic between Thursday and Sunday nights - but he was still trying to recover some of the money he’d spent on a new pair of boots to replace the ones he’d outgrown since his arrival in town (and not just outgrown, but outworn, what with the miles he’d clocked walking between town and Hookerville when he couldn’t manage to hitch rides). So he’d worked, just for a few hours, and that meant he was kinda tired and a little tense in his shoulders and neck when he was dropped off on the north side of town by his last john of the evening.
The walk over to the diner helped a bit, but so did the little nip of rum from the half-pint bottle that Billy had tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. (They weren’t part of his usual ‘work uniform’ since he hadn’t had time to do laundry yet: a little baggy on him and ripped over his knees and thighs, faded to a light shade that matched his denim vest.) That served more to perk him up to a spry sort of warmth more than he would have going for him otherwise, but the cigarette he sparked helped even more, even as he crossed his fingers and hoped that Destiny wasn’t anywhere nearby to catch him in the act.
In fact, he was mostly focused on just keeping any eye out for his sister while he parked himself in the lot outside the diner and worked on sucking the smoke down to its filter.]