Fantastic

Gage watches Sapphire's golf ball, then grins. "What? You think I'd want someone else putting their arms around me and showing me how it's done?"

He scoffs and saunters up to his own golf ball. Taking aim and giving it a light tap, it rolls right into the hole. "Nah... I think I'll stick with you."

Smiling, he puts his club up over his shoulder to wait for Sapphire, his eyes twinkling in the lights. By the time he got home, there would be no time for sleep tonight, but he didn't care. Every moment with Sapphire was a moment of living life to the fullest and he wouldn't trade it for anything.


Eli smiles and takes a bite of steak too, savoring the flavor. "Mmm... I think you're right, if I do say so myself. Cooked to perfection."

Settling back with his plate on his lap, he puts his feet up on the table instead, and squeezes some ketchup over his fries. "Now this... this is really living."

Quiet for a moment, he suddenly starts to chuckle. "I remember one time, I don't know where we were, some restaurant or something, and that poor waitress asked you if you wanted the kiddie meal with chicken fingers. When you told her you wanted a steak, she 'bout flipped." He laughs at the memory he hadn't thought of for years. "You wanted to be like the rest of us I guess, and if I remember right, you certainly did get a steak and ate it too."


Alec continues to eye the other young man, taking his tennis ball back and twirling it in his palm. The newcomer had attitude... but nothing Alec minded too much. Besides, it looked like they already had something in common - neither wanted to be here.

"Plenty of interesting stuff that can be done, but nothing that won't get you into trouble. If you hadn't noticed, we're in a basement, so good luck finding a window that's low enough to open and escape detection. And... Hal's not on nights anymore, but there's a janitor about our age that knows just about everything - not much escapes him, but for the right deal, he's usually pretty likable."

A slow grin curls the corner of his mouth. "A nice tip will get you some fast food at midnight and if Ty's in a good mood, he might even be persuaded to bring in some magazines. Though I do have a stash of some car racing mags if you want to look at 'em."

Rocking back on his heels a little, Alec wasn't a hundred percent sure about this guy, but... it was better than talking to the bare walls. "Your name's Trey, right? You look familiar."


"Man..." Pete takes a bite of meat and potatoes, savoring the flavor as he sat at the dinner table with Nikki and Carol. "Nikki, when did you learn how to cook?" He shakes his head. "This is fantastic."

After a long day at work with no break even for lunch, an invitation for supper was not easily passed up. He'd had just enough time to go home and clean up before coming over here, and he'd been having fun since the moment he'd stepped through the door. He and Nikki had said something about another movie later, and though that was yet to be decided, Pete hoped he'd be able to stick around for a while.