Robert Callen (r_callen) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-09-14 08:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 09, character: robert callen, dead: mike renko |
RP: Robert, Mike
Who: Robert, Mike
Where: Miami
When: September 14, 2011
Summary: Robert likes vacations. They are the perfect excuse not to talk.
Robert was on the lounger by the pool, sunglasses on, but tanning wasn't his main activity. He was watching the many women and occasional men that caught his eye. Like it or not, women were always going to be the default when in public, but as long as he fucked beautiful individuals, he was happy. He was careful, though. Careful to pick people who were clearly otherwise taken. Women with boyfriends meant that they didn't get bitchy when you left right after you fucked, and let's be honest, there was no way in hell that Robert would fall asleep with total strangers given their current situation.
The only time he'd been tempted was on September 11. He could see that Mike's mood was different, and it wasn't hard to guess why. Robert had tried in his own way to cheer him up - aka with a club, alcohol and loose women, but there was no way he was getting into a discussion with him about the dead, family and emotions. In fact, serious discussions were to be avoided at all costs on vacation - and possibly always. He snorted to himself: and G thought he was bad. If he only knew.
He was staring at a man's ass when a shadow made it easy. "If you stand there all day, I can leer better," he said with a smirk. "Or you can sit down and order something alcoholic that my brother would disapprove of and stare at gorgeous asses. Honeymooners won't be seen for a while if the past few days are anything to go by."