It's late, and everyone is taking off their skates. Time is meaningless here, but it feels like they're nearing the end. How long have they been partying? Three hours? Six? Ten? Neal can't tell. The old digital watch on his hand doesn't seem to be reflecting any real numbers.
Just in his socks, Neal weaves his way over to Dustin with a bright grin. "Guess who doesn't love me," he teases with all the trappings of someone who's in a good mood.
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Neal and Dustin
Date: 2019-01-20 05:23 am (UTC)Just in his socks, Neal weaves his way over to Dustin with a bright grin. "Guess who doesn't love me," he teases with all the trappings of someone who's in a good mood.