Louis Frye: A Lackadaisy Oc Story

Louis And Nim pt2

Upon our return, we bring the alcohol to the bar where Rocky is casually waiting. After everything is back in order, I decide to approach Nim and ask if we can go to lunch tomorrow.

Nim: Oh, that would be wonderful.

Rocky chimes in with his request.

Rocky: Can I go too?

He gives me his best "cute eyes" look, and I can't resist.

Louis: Sure.

Rocky promptly hugs me, and Nim can't help but chuckle at the adorable exchange. We all head our separate ways, and as I return home, exhaustion overcomes me, causing me to flop onto my bed and quickly drift into sleep.

(Nim's POV)

I wander around, searching for something to do, and then it hits me—a mischievous thought. I could stir up a bit of chaos. I quickly head home to grab my box of dynamite and find another speakeasy. A wicked smile spreads across my face as I light a stick and toss it through an open window. The explosion resounds, and I can't help but laugh maniacally as I hide in an alleyway.

Nim: This is so much fun.

I hear the front door open, and I swiftly and quietly throw another stick through it. I dash down the alley, laughing like a maniac. I anticipate that the owner will come down this alley, so I drop a box of dynamite and ignite it before making my escape. A massive explosion follows, and I can't help but smile, knowing that chaos has indeed been unleashed.

Louis: Quiet down over there!

Startled, I turn to look up and see Louis in a window, looking utterly exhausted. I fall silent as he closes his window, and the immediate danger passes.

Nim: Phew.

With my mischief for the moment satisfied and the knowledge of lunch plans with Louis and Rocky tomorrow, I decide it's a good time to head home, get some rest, and prepare for the enjoyable day ahead.

(Louis' POV)

As I wake up and peer through my window, I spot an unusual sight - billowing smoke emerging from the building across the street from my home. Though it raises concerns, I decide to carry on with my day, getting dressed and donning my coat and signature paddy cap. Curiosity eventually gets the best of me, and I venture over to investigate. What I discover inside resembles the aftermath of an explosion, leaving me puzzled about the cause. As I'm about to leave, something catches my eye on the ground. Gray fur. An inkling suggests it might belong to Nim, although uncertainty lingers. I carefully pick it up and tuck it into my pocket, planning to examine it later. With this mystery in mind, I resume my walk towards the Little Daisy. Upon arriving at the Little Daisy, I spot Nim and Rocky sharing a hearty laugh over something amusing. A smile graces my face as I approach them.

Louis: Good morning, you two.

Rocky: Good morning, Lou.

I find Rocky's use of the nickname amusing.

Louis: Lou? You've given me a nickname?

Nim chimes in.

Nim: Actually, it was my idea, friend.

We share a good laugh as we discuss our lunch plans and settle on a lovely restaurant. With our lunch destination decided, we part ways temporarily to attend to our individual tasks. I went to the bar and started rotating the gray fur I found. As I contemplate the mysterious fur I found earlier, I glance at the clock, which displays 11:39. Leaving the Little Daisy, I make my way to the chosen restaurant. I arrived at the restaurant ahead of schedule and found myself seated on a bench right outside. As the sun's rays began to bother my eyes, I instinctively reached for my trusty paddy cap and put it on. Glancing to my left, I noticed the Savoy siblings and Mordecai heading in my direction, prompting me to discreetly shield my face by lowering my hat and pretending to be engrossed in a feigned slumber. I could hear their footsteps as they passed by, and once they were out of sight, I cautiously lifted my hat to catch a glimpse of them entering a nearby hotel.

Nim: Louis?

Nim's unexpected voice snapped me out of my reverie.

Louis: Nim. Is Rocky with you?

He shook his head in response, joining me on the bench.

Nim: It's only 11:53. We can wait a few more minutes.

Just as Nim mentioned waiting a bit longer, the melodious strains of Rocky's violin reached our ears. Nim and I turned our heads to see Rocky strolling our way, playing his violin with finesse. When he reached us, he halted his performance, his face breaking into a warm smile.

Rocky: Am I late?

I rose from my seat and greeted Rocky with a heartfelt hug.

Louis: Not at all.

Nim stood up, giving us friendly pats on the back. With smiles all around, we made our way into the restaurant, and the evening turned out to be a delightful one.

(Chapter End)