Bark at the Moon (bite_the_system) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-06-08 16:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | kimberly, ray |
Week Eleven: Tuesday
When: Afternoon
Where: Salem – Manny’s parents place
Who: Ray and Kimmy
The trip to Salem had been easy enough. Pack up some shit, get on a plane, get on another plane, and look fucking there already. Course it was easy for time to pass quickly when you were on shit and Ray almost always was. Like he was going to go onto a plane with screaming fucking babies and not be on some shit? The hot little flight attendant had made for some nice in flight viewing too. Once in Salem though it was a fucking flurry. Manny’s parents were all about picking them up and shit. Probably had something to do with his mom acting like Rays mom for most of his damned life since his own fucking sucked balls. Yeah they hadn’t been too happy to hear how shit had been back then. Not that Ray was exactly a big “talker” but Manny could be. Once that news got out she was all over him. Fixing him food, giving him those mom sort of talks. Yeah, was fucking weird sometimes. But he knew they were good people.
They were of course thrilled to see Kimmy too. He’d warned her about that before they arrived. Not like they were hyper fucking chiwahwahs or anything like that but after dealing with their parents for so damned long they were a pretty damned big contrast. Ray had attempted to say that they were going to stay in a hotel and shit but Manny’s mom had all but shut her ears to that one. Was surprising she didn’t stick her fingers in them and start up with the lalalalala.
Back at their place the two were greeted with a damned feast. Fuck if that woman couldn’t cook. Ray of course spared no time in getting to the grub. Bags just thrown to the floor and a plate quickly taking up his hands. Not like he couldn’t move the bags later but yeah food could get cold or something. See, fucking logic there. There was the general catching up sort of bullshit. Ray leaving out the reasons why he’d decided to go back to Halcyon and all that. They were just happy he had…for whatever reason or another. Ray did a bit of smiling and nodding in all that. He was fine in focusing on the grub rather then words. Thankfully they always had known that one and never really did push him too much. Just a bit of the ideal stuff and then they were leaving the two to get settled and all that.
Since it was late when they got in Ray didn’t push the argument on where they were going to stay. They just crashed out at the house but he’d told Kimmy they could get a hotel at any time if it was all too damned weird or whatever. Not like she knew the people or anything even if Ray did. He didn’t expect her to be all fucking cool with everything just cause he was used to all of this. But at the least it was made clear that they didn’t mind her being there one bit. Or shit didn’t mind them being there even though Manny’s douche ass hadn’t shown yet.
In typical vacation fashion, or just how Ray was all the time, it was past noon and Ray was still sleeping. The fact that he’d been up all night wandering the neighborhood and shit probably had some to do with that. He probably would have stayed asleep till well into the late afternoon if food hadn’t woken him up. Damned good smelling food was one of the few ways to get Ray up and out of bed before he was ready. With a grumble and some tossing and turning he rolled out of the bed. Feet thudding against the floor and in typical zombie style he grabbed a shirt and barely was able to tug it on as he was walking. How he managed to not run into shit with his eyes barely open like they were, was anyone’s guess.
“Who’s cooking and what is it?” Ray remarked loudly as he got to the bottom of the stairs and glanced around to see if he spotted anyone.