Who: Nick Gant and OTA Bo When: Friday Mid-Morning (a bit backdated because I’m lame) What: Getting a look around during the day Rating: Low Warnings: Low Status: OPEN/Complete
Nick had arrived on the island last night, and immediately been mistaken for Captain Freaking America. Heh! That was kind of an ego boost, really, but the truth was Nick was as far from being the super soldier boy scout as you could get. Still, how he found out he looked like Steve Freaking Rogers was awesome! The goddamn Falcon was here! This opportunity had gone from cool to fantastic in zero point two seconds.
He had spent the night in one of the spare shelters. It didn’t make a different that he had to sleep on the floor. Nick had spent more uncomfortable nights in worse places. Normally, he didn’t sleep very deeply. Almost two decades of being on the run and paranoid led to a habit of sleeping with one eye open. However, last night he slept through without waking up once. That had almost been better than sex. Almost.
When he stepped outside he had a small yet satisfied smile on his face. Shirtless and shoeless Nick indulged in a bone popping stretch. His eyes tracked the path of a nubile neighbor who was on her way to whatever. A wistful sigh escaped him. This definitely wasn’t going to suck.