<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0e/20/3d/0e203dc9b3841bf7c87dc19adc0e288c.jpg)</div>Angel had spent the car ride wanting to strike up a conversation but between the mood everyone had and the joy his friend Bailey was having the Latino had decided it wasn’t worth it and so he smiled happily with every shutter click and every joke. Contributing with any information he had on the select fandoms that he loved. He didn’t have the love of Firefly that the others did but he was a fan of Castle and Jack of All Trades and sometimes when no one was in his room he would practice those one liners so that should he need to use them he’d have them prepared. So far it’d never happened and he was both sad and thankful he didn’t need to use them. He felt like he’d embarrass himself if he pulled off a line from Bruce Campbell or Nathan Fillion.<br/><br/>The trio had traveled across the state of New York through hills and modest forests. The scenery fascinating to the native of Columbia with its thick heavy jungles and humidity this was a landscape he’d not seen. He regulated himself to the campus and a few select spots close by. To be driving down the highway, well riding in the passenger seat or the back seat was both thrilling and enlightening. He was learning so much about the country as they drove. And at each pit stop he would stretch his legs and poke around in the gift shop or the area nearby. He ended up buying snacks for the three of them. They were supposed to be the type of snacks one had on long trips though after taking a bite he regretted the American cuisine. Still it was going to go into his journal at the end of the day.<br/><br/>At the border stop he had to explain patiently and with as flawless English as he could possess that he was traveling with his friends on a trip to see some stars and they weren’t going to be there very long. And then the process of getting an entry visa into the county. He had applied for the visa a while ago but it had taken time and finally he was given it. He was both happy and glad that they hadn’t taken his picture for the Visa. Happy because he’d shaven today to look his best, normally he tried to be a little scruffy, and sad because anyone could claim to be him if they stole this.<br/><br/>With the long wait in the car due to an accident Angel finally passed out, his lack of sleep leading up to the event finally catching up with him. He was roused by Bailey’s triumphant shout as they passed the jam. He gave Chris a look of surprise that the drive only responded with a shrug and kept driving all the way to the hotel. He couldn’t believe the size of the hotel as they pulled up to the front and began to unload their car. He helped carry the bags up the flight of stairs and presented his information for the keys. The Hispanic handed the copy to Bailey, with his heart leaping in his chest as he did so. And as they walked to the elevator bank he passed a key card to Chris. The floor they were staying on was up a bit higher than Angel would have liked but as they stepped into their rooms he let out a whistle at the view.<br/><br/>Looking to his bunk mate Angel tossed down his bag onto the bunk nearest the exit. It wasn’t that he wanted to get out earlier or anything it was just that he liked that one. It called to him and he wasn’t one to ignore his gut in situations such as this. Propping the door open so that Bailey could come and go the trio settled into an old discussion but a good one. If The Doctor had wandered across Firefly what would have happened. And that conversation had sparked a good long debate. The types he liked.<br/><br/>Finally though the trio settled into their beds and drifted off to sleep. With the computer programmer sleeping on top of his blankets curled on his side, arm across a pillow and using his arm as a pillow. His dream like always involved numbers and sequences and then broken up periodically by his friends. Perhaps not strangely enough after the talk with Chris in his dream both Angel and Bailey had gone for a walk and the dream had only gotten better and better as the two walked arm in arm and soon it was Angel looking up at his friend.<br/><br/>The alarm clock on his phone began to ping, demanding math questions to shut it up. He slowly turned onto his back and sighed, dressed in his boxers and his t-shirt from the last night. Stretching he got a little jolt as his chest dragged in the shirt. Sitting up he yawned and staggered to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him for privacy sake. With a grumble he reached down to pull out his member, realizing he didn’t have an erection for the first time in like forever. He seriously hoped he hadn’t done anything inappropriate in his dream. Looking at the front flap there was no signs he’d cum in the night. Perhaps he was just a little more tired than usual. He finished and checked himself in the mirror to see how bad his stubble was. Surprisingly it was very light. “Good, the new razors they work better,” he mused to himself.<br/><br/>He stepped back into the room to grab his clothing and shower quickly. Switching into his cosplay costume he stepped out right as his friend was coming through the door. “Si,” he teased as Chris slowly rose. The Hispanic man held his throat and coughed, he felt like he had a little tickle in his throat. And was it unseasonably warm in this room or was it just him? Of course he was wearing a doctor who trench coat and suit so that could have something to do with it. He hoped he looked a dashing figure dressed as his favorite character. Though if he had to be a bit honest the outfit felt a bit loose in the shoulders and snugger in the pants, it was probably too much good cooking was making him put on weight so low.<br/>