Re: Daniel/Chris - Rec Room Pool Entry - 7:15 p.m.
"Fuck a wheelchair," Daniel muttered. "Bad enough I'm out here in a cast. You know these aren't waterproof, right? And there's no booze..."
Had it not been for his sullen attitude, Daniel might have cut a reasonably impressive poolside figure in spite of his injury. His black board shorts rode flatteringly low on the hard V of his hips; a thin silver chain gleamed around his neck, winking bright in the sun. Its shine almost matched his glitter-adorned cast, a fact he noted with no small dismay. He frowned more forcefully, and limped his way over to the nearest set of pool chairs. It took far longer than he liked to lower himself down onto the plastic mesh, and by the time this was done, he had no patience left for the rest. He simply tossed the crutches down to the concrete beside his chair, pulling his Ray Bans from their perch atop his mussed hair. Behind the cover of dark lenses he studied his assembled neighbors. He did not realize he was looking for BB, but he was; self-consciousness ate at him, even with only the crutches, and he could not seem to shake it. His shoulders slumped. He leaned back against the chair to try to hide it.
"Sorry," he said, nearly too quiet to hear. "I know I gotta get out and blah blah blah. Besides, maybe somebody brought a spare six-pack or somethin'..."