Mike kind of liked the smell. It reminded him of the seedier places his daddy used to take him when he was little -- when they were 'roommates'. He'd been thinking about his father more often than not lately, wondering how his old man would handle this thing or that thing, wishing he were here to listen to Mike's happiness. My old man always liked stories like that.
(Closet romantic. Every Rivers was.)
Mike couldn't seem to stop going over and over what had happened in Kori's room the night before -- all the things she'd said, and how easy it had been to put all the pieces together at last. Kind of really ridiculously easy. He still had the stupid grin on his face -- it'd been there for nearly a day now -- and his friends and their banter were passing over his head as surely as if they were saying nothing at all.
It took Silas turning to him to bring Mike back to the present. He shrugged, letting out a dreamy sigh. "I dunno, brother. Whenever. Tonight. Tomorrow. When you free."
The newtube shit was a project long in the making.
"I got a script done up kinda. Kinda. Ain't nothin' too clever, but this a team effort. Room for edits. Anythin' you wanna add."