"Here's a thought," Kelvin announced as he slid into the booth across from Desmond, who sat reading Turn of the Screw while sipping his coffee with Charlie in his lap. Desmond shushed Kelvin as he continued to read for about thirty more seconds, turned the page and closed the book after marking his place. "Sorry, I had to finish the chapter," explained Desmond. "I'd love to hear your thought, mate," The Scotsman said, so Kelvin excitedly proposed his idea for the next Swan Station Olympic event.
Desmond looked at his roommate incredulously. "A lip sync battle?" Inquired Desmond. "And why the bloody hell would we do that?" Kelvin answered, "I just thought that the next event should have nothing to do with the button." Desmond pondered this for a minute and realized that Kelvin was right. The button had become a source of conflict between the two roommates as of late, and Desmond didn't want to fight anymore. And who is to say that Kelvin wouldn't try to pull another fast one on him? Sure, the dynamic duo had gotten back into their routine and Kelvin was still pushing the button. But Desmond wasn't sure how long it would last. Kelvin was a man of science, after all. Maybe taking the button out of the equation and having some healthy fun away from the computer would be good for them!
"All right, I'm in," said Desmond finally, causing Kelvin to jump up from the booth, embrace his roommate in a bear hug and lift him way up in the air. Desmond couldn't help but giggle. "On one condition!" The Scottish man continued as Kelvin put him back down, "I get to pick my song first!" Kelvin then pointed out that the lip sync battle was his idea, so he should actually get first dibs on the song choice. "Fine, I guess fair is fair," Desmond finally conceded. "Which song do you want, then?" Kelvin ran over to the shelf of records and Desmond's stomach sank as he saw his roommate reach for the Mama Cass Elliot record. "I'm gonna make my own kind of music!" Kelvin mused as Desmond could feel the anger building in his chest. He was pretty sure steam was coming out of his ears, and he was also pretty sure that Kelvin was doing this just to spite him. He knew how much Desmond loved that bloody song!
"YOU BASTARD!" Desmond shouted as he tackled his roommate to the ground, desperately trying to gain possession of the record. As Kelvin and Desmond wrestled for the coveted record, neither man could gain an edge. Finally, Kelvin grew tired of this childish game and issued a compromise. Standing up, he brushed himself off and proposed: "Fine. How about if we both use Make Your Own Kind Of Music?" Following Kelvin, Desmond also stood up and asked how this would work. "We can both use the song," the older man elaborated, "but we each have to come up with our own choreography." The younger man pondered this for a moment, nodded and answered: "All right, then. We'll make our own choreography!" Kelvin giggled, commending Desmond's little play on words and the two fist-bumped and got to work on their dance moves.
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Happenings in the Hatch
HumorHave you ever wondered what went down while Desmond and Kelvin were roommates in the Swan Hatch? Luckily for you, I was observing them the entire time from the Pearl Station, and I wrote down every interaction in my Dharma notebooks. I have finally...
