Wednesday June 23rd 2008
Who: Dante and Wesley What: Finally talking Where: The living room at the BGH When: Wednesday night Rating: R for language
It was late at night. Dante was up nights because he didn't like sleeping anymore, because sleep made nightmares and nightmares kept him up anyway, so he might as well just not sleep and not have horrible images in his brain. But pacing around his room was boring. The laptop was in Roger and Wesley's room, and he didn't want to go in there just in case some kind of something was happening and... well, those would be even more horrible images burned into his brain.
Tromping downstairs, Dante went immediately into the kitchen, raiding the fridge and cupboards. He wasn't really hungry, just in the mood to eat. After ten minutes of indecision, Dante finally grabbed a beer and a raw hot dog and went out to the living room to watch bad movies. Or porn. Whichever was more interesting.
Wesley was sitting on the couch. Pausing just a moment, making a split-second decision to simply ignore the guy and not turn in the other direction like he wanted to, Dante flopped heavily onto the opposite end of the couch, taking a bite of his hot dog and planting his feet on the coffee table.