The Beach, Thursday Evening
Thursday, November 27th, 2014 11:06 pmMike had given some bullshit excuse as to why he wasn't attending the Hale Thanksgiving thing. Any made-up reason to be too busy was better than saying last weekend had messed him up so badly he didn't want to deal with the holiday at all in any way.
It was too cold to be sitting on the beach with a beer, but Mike was doing so anyway. This was his Thanksgiving. Or his mourning time for something long gone. Whatever it was, it was private. He'd been keeping a tight lock on everything since he'd woken up on Monday, and he had every intention to keep on doing that.
God, he missed Tampa right about now.
[ooc: Mostly establishy, but can be open!]
It was too cold to be sitting on the beach with a beer, but Mike was doing so anyway. This was his Thanksgiving. Or his mourning time for something long gone. Whatever it was, it was private. He'd been keeping a tight lock on everything since he'd woken up on Monday, and he had every intention to keep on doing that.
God, he missed Tampa right about now.
[ooc: Mostly establishy, but can be open!]