Re: Log, Ocean's Eleven: Neil D & Lin A
Lin was, still, obliv to the double-date thing. He was just chilling in a chapel with Neil, and his mind was tracking backward over plot points, over before when Sam loved the dude and the dude, notably, wouldn't say the words back. He remembered his own suggestions, support, whatever, and he remembered, with the highlighter neon yellow of hypocrisy, his own bullshit with Daniel, and he just smiled at Neil's faithful recitation of 'this jelly' and his promise, and he went ahead and forced Neil to put his arm around his narrow shoulders capped in glimmering blue.
"I mean, obviously. He comes in, then the groom, then the bride," Lin informed the man next to him with eyebrows that perched high and lips pursed, but he grinned again soon enough. There was a small hush over the plush, velvet-stuffed room, and Lin took the time to look up at Neil, and ask with some seriousness: "How's shit, girl? Besides hella hetero, as is obvs from that vest you're wearing."