Mike Weston (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mike_weston) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
Mike was still trying to find his place in this group. The problem was that too many people were settled, and he didn't mean in a romantic way, but they had families and routines. Even when things changed, they changed in a predictable way, at least if you'd been around for a while. It wasn't so bad when they were working. They spent so much time training that there was little time to think about the changes in their lives, but on the weekends, or during vacations, it was difficult to ignore.
As tempting as staying in his room and sulking was, Mike was not the type. He was still the one who could be fascinated by life, even when that life involved serial killers, so there was no way he was going to miss the chance to enjoy some California sun.
He was more a beach type of guy, but the pool would have to do right now. After a swim, he got out and wondered toward the table with the drink. He snorted when he heard Brian asking for a Corona. Still, he picked up a bottle and brought it over, letting the cool water from the ice that was keeping them cold fall on Brian's stomach. "This will have to do or you can see about making a dimensional trip," he answered with his smirk.