<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>Fly, you fools!<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>Terry's eyes wandered up to the night sky. The pumping bass from the party could still lightly be heard out here, but none of its garish light could block the view of the stars above. It wasn't as nice a view as going camping with his pops in Michigan, but they were far enough from the city that you could at least make out a number of constellations. Terry took the last sip of his Buffalo Trace, settling the tumbler to the side with a clink as the exterior warmth of the tub blended with the interior warmth of the whiskey.<br/><br/>"Didnt he do some writing for a couple movies and all?"<br/><br/>Terry nodded. "Yeah. I think one of them was a biopic about Albert Einstein or something." He shrugged. "The sort of stuff that gets the Oscar people tripping over themselves to slather their gravy on." He had to be honest, his Uncle's scripts weren't often something in his area of interest. That didn't mean he didn't recognize his Uncle as a talented writer, though... at least, at one point.<br/><br/>He sunk further into the tub, taking Aric's offered flask and enjoying just one last drip of Black Grouse before leaving the rest for the rightful owner of the drink. His eyes closed as he listened to his compatriot discuss the neighborhood work ethic, nodding in understanding. So the kid with the huge house mows lawns? Huh. At the mention of the pool boy, Terry couldn't only smirk and give a soft chuckle. Visions of porno films decades old began to dance their stripper dance in his head.<br/><br/>"Exercise sciences and Kinesiology, which basically is learning how the body moves and functions and how best to work it out, and how to help it heal from muscle injuries and such. Big mouthful but largely training to be a coach, physical fitness instructor, or physical therapist. Or you can sell out and make up some fake shit like 'Tae bo' and trick stupid people into thinking you're a genius."<br/><br/>Terry's eyes opened back up as Aric listed out his focus of study, the lift of his brow indicating how impressed he was. He opened his mouth to respond, stopping at the sudden sound of a muffled dog's bark. Did he not notice it before? Was there a dog in this house? He sat up in the tub, listening for a moment. No car pulled up to the driveway. They'd have heard it or at least seen some lights through the window panes. However, after a few moments the barking seemed to stop.<em>Must have been another house,</em>he thought to himself, relaxing once more.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna be honest," he turned back towards Aric. "I didn't understand half of what you just said, but it sounds awesome. I wish I had gone to school for something I was excited about, but instead I--"<br/><br/>"Excuse me?  Hello?"<br/><br/>Terry froze. The light of the pool and hot tub did more to block his vision rather than highlight the approaching pin-up in the darkness. The tone of voice was not angry or threatening, but instead more curious and even somewhat inviting. But all Terry could think about was the fact that he was a black man trespassing on someone's property in a neighborhood full of rich white folk.<br/><br/>"Shit!" he cursed, a burst of adrenaline -- or was it a surge from the alcohol? -- flooding his limbs. He half-hoisted, half-rolled out of the hot tub, immediately reaching for his clothing and shoes, forgetting all about the glass tumbler sitting upon the ledge of the tub. He assumed that Aric would be leaping out as well, completely unaware that his companion was, in fact, staying behind. So Terry sprinted ahead through the hedge, ignoring the scratching of needle and branch, and began to weave through the lawns, trying to find his way back to Robinson Road...<br/><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Continued on Desmond Drive... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13086174#msg13086174)</span></em></strong>