Brandon Sullivan (sex_addict) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-08-06 03:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | brandon sullivan, lucas north |
Who: Brandon Sullivan & Lucas North
What: Brandon comes home with dinner and Jaime's painting
When: Sunday evening
Where: Lucas' place @ Newport Beach
Rating: Low for now
Status: Incomplete
Most places that sold ridiculously overpriced food weren't too keen on doing takeaways, but Brandon was familiar with the area and he knew where to go. He turned up at Eric's with plastic boxes of French things he couldn't pronounce.
Which was just as well, really. Food was something they could fill in the silences with. Despite being good friends after all these years, they didn't have a lot in common so their conversations were usually Brandon feeling like he was asking stupid questions, and Eric... looking like he was trying not to point out how stupid they were.
Getting a chance to look over Eric's place again only confirmed Brandon's allegations that the place was boring. White and black. He didn't have any shite lying around so it... kind of looked like a showroom. It was an odd feeling of emptiness and distance that Brandon could identify with. But he wouldn't want to live here. It was too neat.
When he left Eric's place in the evening, the painting didn't go in the boot. It went in the passenger seat next to him. He also bought a packet of fish and chips - proper food, none of that French whatever - on the way back to Lucas' place.
Brandon had the takeaway in one hand and the plastic container with the painting in the other when he used his butt to push the front door open. He handed the tube over to Lucas while he went to the kitchen to unwrap the fish and chips.
"My mate gave me that crazy painting in there. Can you believe it? It's four hundred years old but it still looks fantastic. I'm not sure what to do with it though."