captainwilcar (captainwilcar) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-05-17 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, drake liu, wilcar lockgold |
Who: Wil and Drake and Open to Wil's friends who might stop by
What: Drake's polygamous angst or Wil's drinking. Whichever
Where: The Love Docks warehouse
When: Friday evening
Rating: PG-13 for strong language, Wilcar nip-slips
Status: In Progress
This gods damned network was something fucking else. What the hell did people even bother filtering anything to more than two people? You told two or three people anything and at least twice as many were gonna know before you could take a drink. Then comes Drake asking men like they ever had a clue about women. "Tch!" There was Copper too, talking about lady issues like he knew anything about them. Theoretically. Theoretically the best thing he could tell people about women was how to take a hard dicking in a filthy bar's backroom and then convince everyone else it never happened and walk out still looking fresh (a skill Wil admired him for).
He was not going to talk to one of his friend's about their problems over the network. Took him long enough how to spell any words more than two syllables long. Plus his screen had a habit of flashing and it started to hurt his eyes after a while. Drake was coming. Wil set the machine down and looked around. There was a hammock set out on the deck and he was lounging on it, a bottle of wine below him only a quarter drunk. An empty one beside that. Wil had given himself a bath earlier and was reclining with an old, threadbare blanket thrown around him.
Guess he better find some clothes. Wil looked around the mostly empty deck. He'd brought most of the stuff below and started securing it down in preparation for launch. Now, just the waiting. The door to his quarters looked so far. Belowdecks even further. Wil sighed and got up, pulling the blanket up and rolling the edges to loop it around his waist and tie it. It wasn't very long, but it would do for a very brief modesty. Wouldn't do to not be clothed if his guests were going to show up that way.
By the time Drake came Wilcat had found a warm place to nap and Wil had scared up some food. Some random fresh fruit, a piece of pastry he hadn't gotten around to eating, water, and a little goat's milk. Plus a turkey leg, some salted beef, a head of lettuce, and some dried tomato chips. A little more wine was gone. "Ey!" He called from the deck, waving when he saw the warehouse door open some thirty yards away.