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18 June 2008 @ 01:49 am
To The Castle  
((I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. I've been really busy with life. GAHH, it sucks. So anyway, I hope this post will make up for my absence. I'm gonna try my hardest to update on a regular basis again. I miss this place. XD. Enjoy))

Will watched with wide eyes as his friend dug a hole, no a trench for himself that he knew he would eventually have to help him climb out of. "Tyler, shut up," he mouthed under his breath, but no. One after another his friend threw out verbal punches knocking the burly beast down to size with each curt retort, each ego degrading slander. It was no wonder the guy hadn't punched Tyler's face in already as he went as far as to advice the guy to consider anger management. The nerve of his friend was astounding to be frank and Will had to bite the inside of his jaw to keep from laughing. Upsetting the guy with a mocking laugh wouldn't be the wisest thing to do given the givens, so he chose to remain quiet and unusually patient, glancing out the corner of his eyes at Kim who seemed amused by this all.

And then she put her two cents in too. What in the hell was wrong with this picture? He pegged her for the strong, confident and wise silent type. Not the girl to follow Tyler's lead, driving the stick in just a little further than necessary. It seemed their little outting together today had made them somewhat in tune with each other outrageous blunders and he, being the voice of reason would have to pull them both back from the brinks of death. He was not looking forward to that at all.

Will cocked a brow at them both and stood, ready to intervene when the cop across the pavilion finally took notice of their situation. Will watched him hoist his extra large behind from his straight back chair and wabble over to their table, gripping his belt buckle and flashing his badge like he was a member of the FBI. More like a rent-a-cop if you asked him, but no one had so he kept his opinion to himself, eyeing the gun in the man's hoister as the man stopped in front of them.

"What's the problem here?" he asked, his growl deep and throaty. Will shrugged.

"There's no problem here officer. Just some old friends catching up." He smiled at Tyler, then at Kim and then at Jumbotron who looked like he was about to pop a vessel in his head from thinking too hard. He winked at him, daring him to make a scene because it was three against one. It didn't take a three Harvard grad. students to figure out who the cop would side with.

The guy backed off and for that Will was relieved. He dropped his gaze for a moment, lifting his right hand to scratching a nervous itch behind his left ear. The officer continued to survey them, sizing up the situation and getting no where fast. "Well, you folks have a nice day," he said nodding his head to acknowledge them all starting with the lady first. Will smirked at Kim. She was no lady, but again, he didn't voice his opinion. Jumbotron left along with the cop and they were left to fend for themselves.

"Let's get out of here," he said under his breath to Tyler as he dug inside his pocket for cash enough to pay the tab. He bent and grabbed his things from the ground and peered up at his much taller friend. "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut," he said his face serious though his eyes shone with mirth. That had been a close call. He had to admit that and though he was utterly amused by the situation he'd rather not find himself in the same predicament twice.

Shooting Tyler a quick wink he led the way out of the pavilion.
flashofyourlife on June 28th, 2008 03:36 am (UTC)
Kim sighed as Tyler, once again told her not to sweat borrowing the money. "Alright alright," she said holding up her hands in defeat. "Sorry I 'm just not used to ever really owing someone so when I do I feel a bit weird about it. Promise I'm not like this all the time." She tossed her purse onto the floor and climbed into the passenger seat, closing the door.

As Tyler started to gas Kim flipped out her phone and glanced at it. No messages from Jay. He was definitely still at the library. Kim was pretty sure he'd talked about a paper on habeas corpus or something. Flipping her phone shut again she stuffed it back into her pants pocket and leaned back in her seat relaxing a bit.

As she sat there Kim began to think of the days events. They were good and bad. She'd had fun being herself and chilling with Tyler but now....she was being the annoying girl friend who sucked up to the friends. Making a silent resolve to herself she relaxed, thinking of how she would act if it was Jay. She had to be herself and not worry so much. Not suck up. Not be that kind of person she hated. She wasn't a suck up. She was generally a fun person and now she felt like a nuisance. That ended now.

Taking a small breathe, she gained some confidence. "So since I'm at the house for the evening am I allowed to know anything about what possible tortures I and probably Jay will encounter? Some forewarning maybe?" she asked, a bit of a smile on her face. She had no doubt they were plotting something. Hah. Plotting. The idea of Tyler and Will plotting brought up a picture of the two with curled skinny villain mustaches and she fought the urge to smile more at that as she waited for an answer.