Who: Felix and Carson When: mid-July 2017 Where: The Boathouse Warnings: tbd, probably naughty words Status: Closed, ongoing
Carson had known Felix a long time, technically speaking. They'd gone to school together young, and he remembered the Asian kid who was really nice and liked the same nerdy things that he did at that age. Then Felix had moved and Carson had lost track of him. He had a fuzzy feeling around those memories, like he was forgetting something important, something bad, but Carson's memory was full of holes anyway, so he didn't think much about it. In any case, the two of them had reconnected over Facebook at some point, like people did nowadays, and had chatted and reminisced quite a bit. Having someone from home who wasn't related to him to talk to during his recovery had done him good, and they'd had some deep and interesting discussions. A few years later, he'd been pleased to read that Felix was moving back to Point Pleasant.
When Felix had turned up at the gym, Carson had greeted him warmly. He considered them friends now, most online than off maybe, but still. And if part of him noticed that pictures didn't do Felix justice? Well that was just natural, and didn't mean he ought to do anything about it.
That had been a couple of weeks ago. And now he found himself sitting at a table at The Boathouse and waiting for him. For a date. A real live date, something he hadn't had in quite a while. He'd put on as dressy clothes as he had -- some black pants and a dark red button down shirt -- and tried not to be nervous. He knew Felix, and the dude had asked him out, so that had to mean something, but still ... nerves. Carson fidgeted with the edges of the menu, seated in a booth and glancing up toward the door every few seconds.