The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Brad and Peter
What: A first date
Where: Danvers
When: Six p.m.
Rating: Probably PG 13


Since last week, Brad had been thinking about his night with Peter, and about what had happened before they went out. He had been thinking a lot about Lloyd, too, and where that was going, and what he had concluded was that he was thinking too much and he needed to just do something about it. If he was thinking so much about Peter, then he should see if it went anywhere with him. After all he wasn't married to Lloyd, and it wouldn't be cool for him to just write Peter off just because of someone else. So he would take him out, and see where it went (if it went anywhere).

He tried his best to be prompt, but Brad wasn't really the "prompt" type so he was running a few minutes late when he did finally show up at Peter's door, straightening his jacket and checking that he had his wallet and his lip balm in his pockets. Giving a quick rap with his knuckles, he checked his breath, then took in a slow lungful of air. This was going to be fun. No pressure, no need to worry. He and Pete always had fun anyway, so even if there wasn't any chemistry tonight, at least they'd have a good time.

Who: Peter and Brad
What: Getting ready then going out to the boi club
Where: Starting at Peter's room
Rating: Who knows


Sometimes, the things that came out of Pete's mouth shocked Brad so much that he thought, maybe, the boy had been possessed by some kind of alien creature. He was always so shy, and meek, but then this afternoon bam! Some very interesting and bold things came out of him. He was funny, and a little weird, and Brad wasn't really sure when to take him seriously. Hell, he wasn't sure what to expect when he arrived at Peter's room tonight, but a part of him was a little excited about it. Excited and nervous.

With an armful of some of his own more handsome shirts, Brad stood outside Peter's dorm room, straightening his own outfit before knocking. "Heeeey Pete," he called cheerfully, remembering the comments he'd made earlier about the sex noises and whether or not they would be authentic. Just another one of the surprises Peter always seemed to land on him. Resting his forehead against the door, a smirk grew on Brad's lips. "Mmm, Peter," he groaned loudly, scratching at the door. "Oh, baby, let me in, ooh yeah, I wanna get inside baby, baby let me inside!!"

Who: Peter and Brad
What: Going for sushi
When: Dinner time
Where: Sea Lion Sushi, in Danvers
Rating: Probably PG

Sushi! Brad had done his research and found a promising looking place that was easy to get to, and they had American food if Peter decided that he really hated sushi. And he also properly signed Peter out this time at the security office, then sought him out in his dorm room. Knocking, Brad leaned against the doorway casually, looking rather smart in his outfit. He loved sushi places, and finding new quality stuff, and he liked Peter as well. Despite their strained relationship and Brad still unsure if everything Peter told him was the truth, he couldn't deny that Peter was funny and interesting.

"C'mon Pete!" he called to the door. "I'm getting hungry!"

Who:Peter, Rusty and Brad (oh my!)
Where: The BGH
When: Sunday evening
What: Frat boys are getting a high schooler drunk!
Rating: language?

Peter hadn't imagined he'd be socialising but apparently he'd talked himself into playing frisbee with the two frat boys. It was different here, and rather than feel like hiding he was brave enough to branch out. Since speaking to Brad he had been invited to play frisbee and eat Chinese. Rusty was a hoot, and had done several belly dances for them all around the field to distract them from catching the frisbee. Peter had actually had fun - he'd felt relaxed! And for once he didn't mind being himself around.

Now they were eating tons of Chinese and Peter happily sucked up some chow mein noodles, chuckling as Rusty called in glee from the kitchen. When the vodka, shot glasses and green bottle was placed on the coffee table in front of him, Peter almost choked. They didn't realise he was a high schooler. They thought he was older. Maybe that's why they liked him...

"DRINKS!" Rusty cried, giving a hearty laugh. "Our reward for a healthy workout. Take out and booze. I love this place. BRAD! Drink drink drink, my man!"