Quicklog, Ocean's 11 (Lake Mead): Graham R & Shane A
[It was over 90 fucking degrees. Yeah, it was fucking hot. The sun fried yolk-yellow up in the griddle of the sky, fucking sizzling on sand and chaparral, glaring the fuck off of the wasted blue of Lake Mead, and even that looked like it was fucking boiling, yeah? Mirages shimmered chimera with fucking oasis-seduction as the heat steamed up from the ground. Shane, who wasn't fucking stupid, as in his tent, like he said he'd be or whatever. It was a skinny, cheap-ass thing, second-hand, but setup skillfully, secure, ditched a couple inches down in sandy dirt, with a beat-the-fuck-up sleeping bag pulled teal nylon and pink, all early-fucking-'90s, staked down in the middle, held there by untidy stacks of books.
He didn't have much shit or whatever these days, so that was about all there was, save for a fucking gallon thing of water and a lantern. And whatever, it was hot, yeah? He wasn't a fucking prude, but he didn't have fucking much to wear, so Shane just wore heat-stuck denim shirt, open over sunburnt chest, and some shitty jeans he cut up, just below the fucking knee. Shoeless, dirty blond hair matted on one side with heat and sleep, he scribbled with a stubby fucking pencil. The sun didn't penetrate through the woods-blood green of the tent, so it was dark or whatever, but still, he had his sunglasses on, because fuck you, a cigarette almost burnt to the fucking filter between his lips.
His bike was outside on its side, baking chrome and leather, and there was the start of a racetrack, yeah? A few feet across and long, made of dug-out sand, packed down again, a shovel with a bandana around its neck tossed aside. The tent was a ways from Sam's fucking place. He needed space and shit, after Joey. So, whatever, he was fucking drunkish, and he was smoking, and he heard Graham's voice prick in the dry fucking air.—He rolled over onto his side, sleeping bag adhering to his chest, and he grinned around cigarette.] About fucking time. Come the fuck in, yeah? Just don't get fucking sand everywhere.