And now I’m wide awake.
Dude, let’s stay up late, tell manly stories, and in the morning, I’m making waffles!
Minus the manly stories, that sounds like a one-night stand.
Only if you join me! I see you’re pretty hyper yourself after your nap!
But I wanted to watch you bounce. Me bouncing isn’t nearly as fun to watch.
Cause I’m just bouncing off the walls!
Yes, even more than usual.
Please, do bounce away, love.
ANOTHER DANCE PARTY?
Today is just great!
Dance party is fine with me.
Eric turned his head and smirked when he heard Sam climbing aboard the boat, he looked pretty excited too, which is good so Eric didn’t seem overly excited to hang out with another guy. Eric turned in his chair and shook his head with a smirk, “Oh yeah, Sam. You’re a regular Sherlock.” he said with a laugh as he began to put Sam’s beer into the cooler. Eric shrugged his shoulders at Sam’s next comment, “Well, you can never be too prepared, my friend!” he said as he finished placing the beers in the cooler, sitting down on the seat that lined the back end of the boat.
Eric raised a brow as Samuel dropped a bag of clothes onto his lap, wondering what he meant by ‘proper t-shirts’. Eric unzipped the bag and looked inside, laughing and shaking his head. “Oh wow, Sam.” he said with a bit of laughter in his voice, taking out the Iron-Man shirt. “I’ll go with Iron-Man, I guess.” he said with a smile, sliding the shirt on over top of his plain black t-shirt. Eric tossed the Spider-Man shirt over to Sam and smirked, “Suit up, Parker.” he said with a laugh. Eric opened up the cooler and pulled out two of his Molson, handing one to Samuel, “Let’s get this thing started!” he said with an excited tone.
It was a nice day, too. Sam looked over the water as he stepped onto the boat. “It’s true. Detective work. It’s my calling.” He caught the shirt he claimed and grinned at the Ironman shirt on Eric. It was exceptionally dorky. He was very, very aware of this, but he did not really care. Everyone knew he was a nerd and they just had to accept that. At least Eric put it on. Rather than pull it on over his own shirt—he hated layering t-shirts—he tugged the first one off and pulled the Spiderman one over his head, tugging it down casually as the discarded shirt was tossed into the bag.
“No time like now.” He would have rather had one of his beers, given how weirdly picky he was about beer, but the grin on Eric’s face was infectious and he took the bottle without even blinking. The girls could have their time. So could Eric and Samuel. Once both bottles were open, Sam lifted it in a cheer fashion. “To the start of the evening,” he mentioned before taking a nice, healthy gulp of the carbonated liquid. It was not a bad beer. Rachel would be proud.
And now I’m wide awake.
After today, I’ll be around more. Been in an odd emotional state.
Going to see Spiderman (There’s no way around it.) And either I’m going alone, or going with a friend of mine, who said she’ll see Spidey with me if I go see Magic Mike with her. Same day. So, it will be one flick or two.
- I know I owe Rachel a post (I’m sorry, by the way.) And it’s up to you if you want me to start a new day, or continue with that scene. Let me know.
- I have no idea if Eric responded to the Assemble! Scene. Let me know, Joey.
- And if anyone else wants to do something with Sammy, let me know.
- And hello to any new people I missed.
See, I would try and be a good girlfriend and make you some…but seeing as I can’t cook anything…it probably wouldn’t be the best idea. I can go get you some though!
The most charming thing about it is nothing about it is cooked.
I’ll order some and we’ll watch Jurassic Park.
Just don’t have much to say… Just been lurking. Hanging around.
