July 12, 2002

The sun set on the island casting beautiful golden orange rays over the gentle incoming tide. A pair of figures were sitting up on a grassy hill just off the beach, watching the sunset. Between them were a couple of open bottles of some sweet smelling liquid. "Beautiful,.. beautiful." Damian smiled, tilting one of the bottles up to swish the last of the contents into his mouth in one swallow. It burned slightly, making him cough. "Good stuff, Claudia…" Then he sneezed and hiccupped, knocking his glasses sideways. He didn't really care at the moment, an overly warm sensation passing through his body. Couribin Coolers, his favorite. "Stunning." Claudia grinned, looking out over the ocean. "So about the plan, Damian?" Damian hiccupped again and wiped his mouth. Couribin was a relaxing drink that dulled your senses, but didn't really affect the body in a negative way. Unfortunately, he'd had a little too much and was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. "I'll help you get Lexx as long as I get him two days of the week to talk strategy and game." He yawned, then added with more energy. "Together we cannot fail where we have apart!" Then Damian wobbled and fell backward into the grass, chuckling to himself as his eyes closed. Claudia grinned, capping her bottle and setting it down. "Sounds good to me, Damian."

10 thoughts on “July 12, 2002”

Eboreg

12/29/2010, 1:50 pm

We’re doomed.

Lis
04/25/2011, 12:45 am
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soo doomed
1. KM
  
  05/21/2013, 1:18 am
  
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  Doomed with a capitol D, and not just because it was at the beginning of my sentence.
  
  Wild star
  
  07/07/2014, 6:57 am
  
  Doomed like a Star Wars reboot.