It's a lazy afternoon- Dale never works afternoons, because he bartends. So he's home, cleaning house, doing laundry, entertaining his landlord's kid- just doing lazy-Saturday kinds of stuff.

Caleb may be surprised at how homey his place actually is, on reflection, considering the impression he must have of him.

Same old remodelled carriage house, same old lazy afternoon sun ray sliding in through the French doors, same old Dale laying on a beanbag near the doors in a comfortable sprawl ( Read more... )

( oh, nothin'... (log) )

...okay, playing for the other team for a day or two was... creepy. Glad I didn't screw shit up with Chip while I was all screwed up. Oh man so glad.

also HE SAID HE LOVES ME!!!!

Dale is at home, quietly curled up on the couch and watching television with a sort of... fixed expression. He spent the afternoon putting things away- in a box, specifically, as if he's going to take them to the Goodwill ( Read more... )

When Chip wakes up, there's something familiar- and unexpected ( Read more... )

The bar Dale's working in is in the heart of Boystown- the gay district in Chicago. He's not far from the door, watching- and when he spies Chip, he heads for him promptly, smiling. "Hey man." It's still fairly quiet in the bar, at this hour- but it may be the first Chip's seen of the inside of a gay bar. "How's it going?"

Stupid fucking Karaoke demon.

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
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Would you.....

( could you, in a boat? Would you, could you, with a goat? )