Upon Caleb’s insistence, Garth and he PINpointed to his messy apartment in “the real world”. While evening had started to fall over the apartment-complex in the Nexus, the sun was high in the sky over Minneapolis ( Read more... )

For the past week, Caleb had isolated himself, with only alcohol, marijuana and melancholy music to keep him company. He had hardly even slept, his brain had been working overtime ( Read more... )

God, Caleb had missed this. A packed night-club, great company, decent music ( Read more... )

( Dialing )

Please reply anonymously. Or don't, if you choose ( Read more... )

Caleb was standing in the door to the small kitchen, looking over everything. A table for two was set out in the room. There were a salad and garlic-bread set out, pasta was boiling away merrily on the stove and the sauce was almost done ( Read more... )

Oh yeah, I forgot to re-post this...

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
Reply here, then post the above line in your own journal.

Morning found Caleb sitting at the edge of Garth’s bed, cradling his head in his hands, shaking like a leaf. Shards of last night’s memories tumbled through his head, but he made no attempt to piece them together. He knew enough without knowing the details. He had told about the anniversary, they’d had absinthe and they’d had sex ( Read more... )

Almost six years now. Five years and 363 days, to be exact. I still miss them. Always will, I think.

Need some sort of distraction.

Super-heroes, super-villains, talking animals, free booze, pool-parties, cheap rent, new job... I fucking love this place.