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fandomtownies2021-02-12 10:34 am
designateddadfriend) wrote in fandomtownies2021-02-12 10:34 am
Entry tags:
Fandom Fire Station, Friday
The bags disappearing had been almost as strange as them appearing. Travis had carefully checked the closet three times to see if that generational internalized homophobia bag was still lurking somewhere.
It was, just, you know, metaphorically now.
Which was what Vic had assumed he was being when he'd tried to tell her about it. He didn't try to disabuse her of the notion. She was highly amused by his tale of having to put out an impromptu bonfire in the street outside the bar, while off duty and already several shots to the wind.
"You're going to have to go straight-edge," she teased.
"I would never!" Travis said. "But yeah, I might have to stop drinking."
She laughed, and it felt for a moment like things were normal again.
(Except magic existed and possibly the actual Devil was in town and the implications of that on Travis's generally pretty lapsed Christianity were something he didn't' want to examine too closely.)
But then the Station 19 alarm had rung and Vic had to go, and Travis was left slowly spinning around in the reception desk chair, wondering if he should, like. Try painting in here or something.
. . . Maybe he'd luck out and Lucifer would set something else on fire.
[so very open, omg]
It was, just, you know, metaphorically now.
Which was what Vic had assumed he was being when he'd tried to tell her about it. He didn't try to disabuse her of the notion. She was highly amused by his tale of having to put out an impromptu bonfire in the street outside the bar, while off duty and already several shots to the wind.
"You're going to have to go straight-edge," she teased.
"I would never!" Travis said. "But yeah, I might have to stop drinking."
She laughed, and it felt for a moment like things were normal again.
(Except magic existed and possibly the actual Devil was in town and the implications of that on Travis's generally pretty lapsed Christianity were something he didn't' want to examine too closely.)
But then the Station 19 alarm had rung and Vic had to go, and Travis was left slowly spinning around in the reception desk chair, wondering if he should, like. Try painting in here or something.
. . . Maybe he'd luck out and Lucifer would set something else on fire.
[so very open, omg]