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Tweak says, "I feel pretty"

Brian O'Conner (blueeyedbuster) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2013-03-09 09:30:00

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*complete, 2013 03, character: brian o'conner, character: matt casey

RP: Brian and Casey
Who: Brian O'Conner and Matt Casey
Where: Resort in Key West
When: Saturday, March 9, 2013
Summary: Roommates get better acquainted

If there was one thing Brian was not, it was a brooder. He didn't brush things off, but he fully believed that you played the hand life dealt you as best you could and let the chips fall where they may. Spending too much time thinking and playing 'what if' just meant you had less time to do something about what had gone wrong. He had goals. He had purpose. But, achieving them didn't mean shit if he was too busy thinking about them to enjoy everything else he had.

And at the moment, he had Key West.

The surfing in Key West sucked. Days when the swells got over two feet were rare unless a hurricane was coming. He'd have better luck in Miami. But, the resort had agreements with a rental place on the island and Brian could spend his day on the water with power between his legs or on his back. Jet skiing, wind surfing, snorkeling, scuba diving, and jet packs...it was awesome. If he had to be stuck in an alternate dimension, separated from his family, this was the way to do it. Of course, Mr. Would Rather Pace Than Sleep had reminded Brian he needed to opt for the buddy system, which rankled because he preferred being just him and the water out there. But, since he wasn't surfing, it wasn't as much of an issue. He'd found a willing buddy in Mike Weston. Even better, the man could keep up with him on the water.

The only reason he'd finally dragged himself back to land was because they had to get ready for the wedding this afternoon. Brian hadn't had to wear a suit since he turned his back on the FBI. At least they'd gone shopping before heading out here. He could pick up something that suited the Florida weather. He grabbed a shower first thing when he got back to the room he shared with Derek and Matt Casey, rinse the salt water off. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he came out to find Casey had returned to the room. "Hey, shower's free if you want it. You should get out on the skis with us tomorrow, man."

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matt_casey
2013-03-09 06:49 pm UTC (link)

Matt wasn't entirely fond of suits. The last time he'd worn one was on his mother's hearing and that was not entirely a good memory. Not that he didn't wear them when he had to, he knew how to dress up, he just preferred his normal clothes.

He'd put the suit out on the bed when O'Conner came into the room with a towel around his waist. "Thanks," he said to the offer of the shower, already in his briefs as it was. "Not sure you'd actually want me to," he said with a smile at the offer. "Chicago might be by the water but you don't do much water sports there. I'd slow you down. Not that I'd mind trying."

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blueeyedbuster
2013-03-09 07:28 pm UTC (link)

"For real? Lake Michigan sitting right there and no one does anything with it?" Brian couldn't imagine having that much water nearby and not getting out on it. Hell, when he'd considered options after college, he'd only applied to places like L.A. and Santa Barbara and San Diego. He was as tired of the dry, Barstow desert as he was the dead end life he'd have had if the stayed there. "Well, you should definitely get out there while you have the chance, brah. It's just like riding a really big motorcycle. Once you get the hang of it, you just go. But, hey, there's waveriders and windsurfing and pretty much everything you could want to do on the water. Just get out and enjoy it."

Brian picked up his bag and tossed it onto the bed. Unzipping it, he threw his shampoo and soap back in. Running his hand over his chin, he contemplated the razor, but decided the stubble wasn't itchy enough to warrant a shave just yet. "So, what do you Midwest guys do for fun? Where's the rush?"

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matt_casey
2013-03-09 07:42 pm UTC (link)

"Boating, fishing, not much else on the lake," he answered with a slight laugh. "At least not in Chicago. You can go to other places, of course, but we never did much of that when I grew up."

"A really big motorcycle, huh?" he said. "That does sound like it could be fun. I suppose I'll have to try it tomorrow then."

He shrugged at the question. "I go into burning buildings for a living, it's enough of a rush," he said with a laugh. "For fun? Go to a bar, drive a fast car, go to game, or play one. Hockey is fun, both playing and watching, at least in the winter. Summer is basketball. Then there's sailing, of course, even if I haven't done much of that myself."

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blueeyedbuster
2013-03-09 08:20 pm UTC (link)

"Waste of a good lake." Shaking his head, Brian grinned. "Don't suppose, man. Get out and do. This isn't Chicago and you never know if you'll get the chance again."

This may not be his dimension, but it did at least have the important things. The bottle Brian had set on the bedside table before he got into the shower might not say Corona, but it tasted the closest of any other beer he'd been able to get his hands on here. Opening it, he could hear a familiar voice in his head telling the room they could have any beer they wanted as long as it was a Corona. "No such thing as enough of a rush," he told Casey once he'd taken a swig. He pushed the door to the balcony open to let the warm breeze into the room. No point in staying in Paradise if you were going to lock it away outside. Leaning against the frame, he took another pull from the bottle. "All I know about hokey is the Kings shared arena space with the Lakers. You play? Or you stay in the bars?"

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matt_casey
2013-03-09 08:31 pm UTC (link)

Casey smiled to himself. "You sound like, Severide," he said. "A friend and colleague," he added as an explanation. With Severide it was always about he rush.

The fresh air felt good, and Casey grabbed a beer of his own and opened it before sitting down on the bed. "Played as a kid," he answered. "Now it's more of getting out onto the ice and every now and again, nothing regular but something I do when I get the chance."

"How about you? A lot of water sports or do you do something else for fun as well?"

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blueeyedbuster
2013-03-09 09:01 pm UTC (link)

"If he's telling you to get out more and take a few chances on life, good for him," Brian returned with a grin. Tossing back another drink, he turned his attention to the pool area down below. God, you had to appreciate the views in Florida. At least, you did if you weren't dead. And Brian might be involved, but he wasn't dead. He knew exactly what kept Rome in Miami.

Casey's question had him laughing. "Just life, man. It's all for fun. No point living if it's not." He scratched idly at his stomach, the puckered skin there a reminder of how dangerous living on the edge could be. Not that he had any plans of turning back. "Take care of your shit. Keep the books balanced. And enjoy the ride. Only way to live."

Moving out of the door frame and back further into the room, he put his half empty bottle back on the night table and unwrapped the towel from his waist. The towel he tossed on the bed while he rummaged around in his bag for underwear. "Surf, cars, girls," Brian listed off his favorite things in life, taking pity on the other man and throwing him a bone. "Pretty much your stereotypical Los Angeles lifestyle. If it can be done on the water or four wheels, I've probably tried it at least once."

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matt_casey
2013-03-09 09:33 pm UTC (link)

Casey smiled, thinking that Severide would have to stop long enough to say it, but that wasn't something he shared, instead he just took a swig of his beer. He wasn't one to look at naked men, but the scar on O'Conner was hard to miss.

"How about a home? Family? Kids?" Casey asked, those were the things he'd always wanted out of life. It seemed fairly far fetched at the moment, but then with the number of kids around here maybe anything was possible. He wouldn't give up on what he wanted out of life just yet.

He grinned. "So you're as typical Los Angeles as I am Chicago then," he said with a smile, before nodding in the direction of the scar. "Is there a story behind that?" In the fire house he would probably not have asked, scars were just a part of life, but O'Connor wasn't a fire fighter.

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blueeyedbuster
2013-03-10 06:16 am UTC (link)

"And I'm a tanned, blue-eyed blonde to boot," Brian said with a laugh. Of course, the tan was from a beach so far removed from L.A. by geography and culture Midwestern white bread like Casey wouldn't recognize it.

Frowning, he glanced in the direction of Casey's gaze, following it to the jagged scar across his right abdomen. "Oh, that?" Brian shrugged. "Not really. Car accident a few years back. Zigged when I should have zagged. Bled a lot, took a couple dozen stitches to close, but looks worse than it really was, though." Brian never even thought about it. The injury had been so unimportant in light of the fact Dom had stayed. He stopped running and stayed with Brian. And got shit for his trouble. "Besides, I'm still prettier than Derek. Have you tried counting the number of scars on that man?"

He turned his attention back to his bag and finally found his shorts. Dragging them on one leg at a time, he went back to Casey's previous question. "So, are you asking if I have any of those things, or if I want them? Short answer is I never wanted any of it. Then I found my family, my crew, my brothers, and now home is where they are."

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matt_casey
2013-03-11 07:45 pm UTC (link)

Casey chuckled. "Well the blonde and blue-eyed we have in common, the tanned not so much." He took another swig from the beer, before getting up from the bed, shaking his head at the question posed. "I wouldn't know where to start with him. Scars are pretty common place among firemen, but not to that extent."

He nodded at the answer. "You must be eager to go back." He wondered if they'd ever be able to. He smiled a bit. "But then again I suppose we all are," he added as he finished his beer and put it on the night stand.

"I should probably get that shower and get ready for this wedding."

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