Where the Streets Have No Name - [Connecticut, 2009] - [Rated NC-17]
The trip to the town of New Fairfield, Connecticut, was only about a two and a half hour drive from Princeton, but it took them until late evening to get there. First, because Sandra had to coordinate with an eager-to-help Jane, who said that the gentlemen could hide there as long as they needed. Then, because they had to discuss a few more things about the logistics, while Myon went to raid the bank and get quite a decent wad of cash to send with them. They took Sandra's car, leaving Harold's parked in the garage. And finally, they had to shop.
That was, after all the tension, a surprisingly fun time.
Scotty only rarely had shopped in person; he usually had ordered his own clothing when he had been at home. Harold, however, had spent some amount of time in his youth as a gleeful mallrat, and seemed to really enjoy dragging his befuddled companion around. This all culminated in some comfortable clothes, a couple of more formal outfits, underwear, socks and a bunch of other necessities.
Scotty took it fairly well, all given; he made a mental promise to pay this kindness back somehow, however he could. But he did actually have some fun, wandering the mall with Harold; he didn't speak up a ton, if only because when he did, his accent garnered him looks, but it was somehow relaxing that so long as he kept his mouth shut, no one even noticed them.
Also, Harold had introduced him to something called an 'Orange Julius' and something else called a 'White Castle', and finally, they actually had some music. Both of them liked U2. Harold had been surprised that Scotty even knew what U2 was -- Scotty had been surprised that Harold didn't think that pissed-off Irish rock was his thing.
So, they took back to the road with a new CD in the player, and a few times caught themselves singing along. It was a much, much needed break from the tensions of earlier.
They stopped closer to New Fairfield for groceries; Scotty led that expedition, and Harold opted for a few junk-food snacks, leaving the actual food-purchasing to the guy who could cook.
And now... now, they were pulling up to the lake-side timeshare, as a good brisk wind blew outside and caught the dead leaves, and as the smell of water and fall permeated everything in the very secluded place down the access road.
That was, after all the tension, a surprisingly fun time.
Scotty only rarely had shopped in person; he usually had ordered his own clothing when he had been at home. Harold, however, had spent some amount of time in his youth as a gleeful mallrat, and seemed to really enjoy dragging his befuddled companion around. This all culminated in some comfortable clothes, a couple of more formal outfits, underwear, socks and a bunch of other necessities.
Scotty took it fairly well, all given; he made a mental promise to pay this kindness back somehow, however he could. But he did actually have some fun, wandering the mall with Harold; he didn't speak up a ton, if only because when he did, his accent garnered him looks, but it was somehow relaxing that so long as he kept his mouth shut, no one even noticed them.
Also, Harold had introduced him to something called an 'Orange Julius' and something else called a 'White Castle', and finally, they actually had some music. Both of them liked U2. Harold had been surprised that Scotty even knew what U2 was -- Scotty had been surprised that Harold didn't think that pissed-off Irish rock was his thing.
So, they took back to the road with a new CD in the player, and a few times caught themselves singing along. It was a much, much needed break from the tensions of earlier.
They stopped closer to New Fairfield for groceries; Scotty led that expedition, and Harold opted for a few junk-food snacks, leaving the actual food-purchasing to the guy who could cook.
And now... now, they were pulling up to the lake-side timeshare, as a good brisk wind blew outside and caught the dead leaves, and as the smell of water and fall permeated everything in the very secluded place down the access road.