Re: Fireworks
The first fireworks had already started by time he found where Mia had settled on the field. He handed over one of the cup's he was carrying. "Root bear float, as promised," he said in a hushed voice as he sat next to her, comfortably close in her space as he sipped at his own drink. At least he was mostly dry from being doused with two water balloons earlier that evening. Honestly, Dick had no self control. It made Tim look much less groomed than usual, hair mussed from air drying and buttoned up shirt open so the white undershirt could dry better.
A burst of purple and yellow above caused him to look up. "Copper chloride and and strontium carbonate," he muttered to himself, eyeing the sparks flickering out as they descended while the next firework's fuse shot up.