<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Continued from Weaver Way (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264907.msg13083782#msg13083782) and Desmond Drive... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13083781#msg13083781)</span></em></strong><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Leighton Hot Tub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aric<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Relaxation<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>When Aric gestured for the flask, Terry wasted no time placing it back into his hand. He nodded at the tall guy's gestures regarding the party, somehow knowing exactly what the guy meant. Sort of. He at least understood the vague feeling of the whole situation being odd. Unwelcoming? Nah, that wasn't it... out of place.<br/><br/>"You know.. I think i might know a good spot. Hot tub sound fair enough?"<br/><br/>"Sounds perfect," Terry nodded, taking another swig of the whiskey. Only a finger, finger-and-a-half remained in the tumbler. Did he really drink it that quick? Then again, he hadn't really drank anything at his parents' house. It had been a while. Guess he just developed a thirst.<br/><br/>"You know you still haven't said your name."<br/><br/>The taller one grinned at him, amused by his own omission of his identity.<em>Did I not?</em>He thought, nose crinkling as his head tilted in thought. He almost missed Aric turning off the sidewalk and through some of the bushes and manicured yards.<em>Shit,</em>he thought to himself,<em>doesn't anyone around here use the God damn side<strong>walk</strong>?</em>Nonetheless, he followed the man through, accepting his assistance for tall fences. Terry wasn't exactly short himself, but it wasn't often you ran into a guy as tall as Aric. Once over, he would reach his hand out, helping Aric as well. It was amazing he didn't spill any of his drink in the process. Hm. Best to take another sip, just to be sure that it was a more manageable amount.<br/><br/>"Been here a couple months. Nough to get used to some of the goings on. Mostly spend my time at college, or at work, Instructor at the Yoga studio couple nights outta the week. I got the weekend free, and felt the need to get out and just.. Enjoy."<br/><br/>"So you actually got a job around here?" Terry said, eyebrows raised. "Presumptuous of me to assume all you rich kids around here don't have to work 'cuz of all their parents' cash." He took the offered flask from Aric, taking another sip of the Grouse, then shook his head and handed the flask back. "Awfully presumptuous, considering my own situation."<br/><br/>The two of them approached one final row of hedge, easily stepping through it. Aric crumpled his pizza box while Terry covered the remains of his drink, making sure no needles or leaves fell into it. When they had crossed through they found themselves in quite the fancy yard. Stone tile and brick laid down to create quite the inviting social spot, including what looked to be an outdoor brick oven. Even living at Uncle Gavin's place for a week, or even seeing the impressive size of that modern mansion they just left, he was not ready for such a sight. Once more his partner in crime went unnoticed, Aric tossing the crumpled pizza box into a trash can hidden away from the social space and camouflaged by the hedge. The pool and hot tub were lit, giving a soft glow to the yard and its current occupants. Terry couldn't help but think of his father, constantly haranguing he and his mom about leaving the lights on. 'Electricity ain't free!' he'd shout.<br/><br/>What about you?  You look a bit more 'Hardcore' then most the people out here, new to the area or just visiting family?"<br/><br/>"Ummm," Terry said, stepping up to the hot tub embedded at the end of the pool. He set his glass down upon the stone ledge before approaching one of the chairs with white cushioning, fingers already reaching his studded belt. "First, hope you don't mind the sight of a bigger blacker dick," he jested, referencing a common card game. He had no doubt someone Aric's age would have played it by now. "But, well, kinda both. I'm staying with my Uncle, Gavin Brightman." Terry studied the other man to see if he responded in any fashion. His Uncle had become a bit of a recluse, but he was known around the development at one point. Even if Aric was too young to really have been familiar with him, it's possible word and gossip spread. In the end, Terry had no clue what people thought of his Uncle around here. "Parents thought I'd have a better chance of finding a job out here," he said, tossing the belt onto the chair. He stripped the sleeveless shirt off with ease, tossing it atop his belt before moving onto his pants.<br/><br/>Now, Terry played mister confident, but only because he knew nudity in front of another man was a lot like tearing off a band-aid from a very, very hairy spot. It's a special brand of discomfort, and the longer you dragged it out, the worst it was. Best to just get it done and over with. So he kept himself quiet and kicked his shoes and socks off as his fingers worked the button and fly of his jeans. He then shoved them and his boxers down, tossing everything into a pile on the chair. He didn't make eye contact, nor even look to see what state of dress Aric was in. He simply turned, stepped right into the hot tub, and retrieved his glass.<br/><br/>Once comfortable, Terry's head leaned back against the stone rim, smiling, letting out a relaxed sigh.<br/><br/>"Now<em>this</em>is good shit," he nodded, taking another swig of his whiskey. "Anyway... as I said, guess I'm in no place to judge rich kids for not working when I ain't got shit myself." He turned the glass in his hand, looking at the final sip of Buffalo Trace remaining. His head felt light. A feeling he hadn't had in a while. In fact, even his fingers tingled slightly. Maybe... maybe "drunk" was what he needed right now.<br/><br/>"So what are ya going to College for?"