Tommy Merlyn (tommy_merlyn) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2013-04-11 14:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2013 04, character: oliver queen, character: tommy merlyn |
RP: Tommy and Oliver
Who: Tommy and Oliver
Where: their house
When: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Summary: It's an old experience under new circumstances
It was just him and Oliver for dinner. No married couple, no kids, no dogs. For once, they had the house to themselves, but of course Murphy was a bastard and his law was even worse.
The earthquake hit as they were sitting down for dinner. For anyone living in California, earthquakes were just a part of life. You stopped, you found a safe location, you waited for it to pass and then you moved on, but even by California standards, this was a big one. Every school drill kicked into effect and he got out of his chair and under the table.
The other thing about earthquakes was that they lasted nothing and felt like they were going on forever. This was no exception. "Can't even have dinner in peace," he mumbled to Oliver, and of course this was when it decided to stop. "If there are pieces of paint in the food, I'll be pissed."
It had been a long time since Oliver had been in an earthquake, and it startled the crap out of him. The magnitude of this one sent him on a short chair ride before he was under the table as well. He stared at Tommy when it finally ended. “I don’t remember these being so harsh.”
"Stronger than normal," Tommy said with half a shrug, because it was hard to do with two grown men under a not so big table. He looked at Oliver with a smirk. "You remember the aftermaths? Hiding under the table and turning it into an adventure?" With houses as big as theirs, it had really been an adventure. "I'd suggest having dinner down here, but tables were much bigger. Or we were smaller," he finished laughing.
He leaned closer and kissed Oliver softly. This was definitely a new experience and it was weird that he could just do it, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Right. So this thing was still slightly confusing with things feeling weird and right at the same time, but Tommy was good at doing what felt good and it wouldn't let some weirdness stop him.
"You okay?" he asked. "Don't tell me you're perfectly okay with bullets and be afraid of a little earthquake. Or not so little as the case might be."
"Afraid, no. Startled, yes. It’s been awhile," Oliver said. He peered out from beneath the table at the damage around the living/dining area. He didn’t know when the first aftershock would be, only that it was inevitable. "Want to grab our food and find someplace more comfortable before the next shake?"
Oliver was thinking either on the floor by the sofa, since nothing was above it, or on the floor next to the bed on the door side of their room. Nothing to put over their heads, but under the table was pretty cramped. "Unless you want to stretch out under here somehow."