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[Feb. 18th, 2008|01:14 am] |
Who: Dick and Carrie
What: Romantic vacation
Where: Hawaii
Warnings: Not many.
Dick drank beer, when he drank. On occasion he might go for a shot of whiskey, mostly because it was in the bar and to the best of his knowledge, he was the only one that ever drank any of it. The people who came in usually favored girlier, stickier drinks, the kind that Carrie wouldn't be caught dead drinking under general terms.
He was having one right now. Piña coladas were God's gift to rum. Once he got back to New York, the gays were probably going to tease the hell out of him, but he really didn't care. It was hard to care about much right now.
"So, remind me not to bitch next time you want a vacation," said Dick. Today he'd had more sex more times than he could count, rubbed lotion on his beautiful girlfriend's back (among other things), parasailed, swam, and ate enough pineapple that his system was slightly acidic. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:20 am] |
Who: Dick and Carrie
What: Nightwinging and Robining
When: The End of the World
It was cold and wet and there was chaos everywhere. Nightwing had that feeling behind his eyes informing him that he needed sleep. It had progressed to the point that even if he did lie down, it would probably keep him awake anything, so he soldiered on. Besides, there was always something else to do.
"There's a shelter ten blocks down. Stay in groups. If you see anyone talking to themselves, stay the hell away from them. Go." He'd been repeating this phrase in various ways for the past twenty-four hours. He and Robin had been separated during the chaos more than once, but now they were together and she was visible in the distance. |
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