serghei (serghei) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-06-08 01:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | serghei, sydni |
Week Ten: Friday
Who: Serghei and Sydni
Where: The pool!
When: 11:03AM
What: Hey, he's just rolling out of bed and going to the pool. And their tattoos almost match.
Serghei had fallen into an easy pattern at Halcyon. 10:30-11:45AM, roll out of bed. Put towel around waist. Take quick shower. Put on small box-cut bathing suit and flip flops after quick towelling off. Stroll down to pool. Sunbathe and swim for a couple of hours. Eat. Work out. Sunbathe and swim for a few hours.
He lazily strolled into the pool area and took his usual lounge chair and stretched out lazily. Stretching his forearms behind his head he slipped off his sandals, sending them clattering to the end of the lounge chair as he leaned back. Serghei was aware enough of his surroundings to know how many people were around --not many at all.
One girl he'd seen a few times, but she hadn't come by often and he was, frankly, a little bored. He'd noticed her tattoo early on, he was the type to notice those things. "Excuse me," He said, his thick accent mushing the syllables in ways unfamiliar to native speakers. Still lounging, his eyes squinting in the light towards her. Women often mistook Serghei for an asshole meathead hitting on them.
One of the cheap thrills in his life was letting them know how wrong they were. Often with the insinuation that, if they had enough cash in their purses, he could be persuaded to change his mind. He flexed his toes a little, wiggling them all independently. "What is, uh, your tattoo of?" Always that pause to correct himself when he spoke. English required possessive words or whatever they were called even if you already knew what it was you were talking about. It seemed foolish.