|Greg Sully (not_alex) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2018-06-18 12:29:00
|Entry tags:||greg sully, ~addie sully|
Who: Greg and Addie
Where: Havana, starting at Hemingway's place
Greg was sitting up on the roof of one of the little buildings overlooking the pool that Crazy Jake had spent quite a lot of time in up until recently. He'd gotten used to actually talking to him, instead of avoiding the broken version of his dad, so now that the Na'vi was off exploring, Greg had nothing to do in the mornings after his run along the beach. Sunbathing was terrible, so he wasn't even considering doing that, but sitting on this roof in the shade of the trees around Mr Hemingway's house and reading whatever books he could find? That wasn't so bad. Especially if he had a drink up with him; alcoholic or not, he didn't mind. He could use the Force to kill any buzz from the alcohol if he needed to, anyway.
Mr Hemingway had a lot of books, so it was as well Greg had worked out how to speed-read with the help of the Force. He was quickly making his way through a pile of books when he heard someone down by the pool calling his name. "What's up?" he replied, and finished the page he was reading before looking down over the edge of the roof.