Two-Thousand 8

My Ass

- A fresh winter night with the wind slightly blowing
- Three sit in a cozy warm living room, snuggled up on the couch watching a movie.
- The glow of the tv reflects upon their faces in the dark room
- Jonsey curled up under the blanket he brought from his room, sits in between the others. Lazily resting his head on Angelos shoulder he links their arms together.
- Stretched out, Angelos sock clad feet set on the coffee table. Comfortably warm he fights the drowsiness of sleep as he pays little to no attention to the movie.
- Asahi on the other hand lost his battle to sleep. Arm atop Jonsey's covered legs, his head lolls back against the couch as drool escapes his parted lips along with soft snores.

Thomas: (Starting to get fed up with the movie he's seen a million times, he removes his arm to stretch. Noticing Angelos sleepy face he bellows into his ear.) Lets go ice skating!

Angelo: (Eyes nearly closing they jump open quickly turning into a disturbed glare.) Mmh, no I'm comfy. (Scooting deeper in the couch he turns his head away.) It's too damn cold out anyway.

Thomas: Aw! Come on! (Grabbing ahold of Angelos arm he begins shaking him side to side.) It's barely past 7 and this is how we decide to spend the night! (He gestures with his hand to the discarded popcorn bowl, the half full beer bottles, and the old movie playing.) What are we a bunch of old men! Last I checked we where still in our twenties! (Lifting his hand he puts it against Angelos forehead.) Are you sick because you didn't even finish your beer!

Angelo: (Swatting Jones's hand away with a look of irritation.) Will ya knock it off. I ain't sick, I just don't wanna do nothing. (Taking a hold of the forgotten blanket, he pulls it up to his shoulders turning his whole body away from Jones. Borrowing into the cushions more he shuts his eyes trying to ignore the pouting blond.)

Thomas: (Not taking no for an answer he swiftly tears the blanket off of Angelo. Balling it up he throws it over the couch.) Please Ange! It would mean so much to me! (Flipping Angelo over to face him, he gives him his best puppy dog eyes.) The last time I went I was 7 and was with my mom.

Angelo: (Eyes scrunched closed he dares to take a peek at Jones's sullen tone.) Hm, I guess it'd be fine. Just don't eva call me an old man again. (He points an excusing finger.)

Thomas: (A mischievous grin appears immediately after those words.) HA! Got you! You my friend have a deal. (He then excitedly gets up to run up stairs to his room shouting.) It will be fun!

Angelo: That little shit! (Squinting eyes follow Jones's retreating figure until there was no more. Letting out a long sigh he pushes himself off the couch to go and stand in front of the unconscious Sauce. Bending at the waist with a lazy look near Asahi's face, he takes a hand out of his pocket to flick him in the forehead.) Get up old man! We're goin ice skatin.

Asahi: (Opening drowsy eyes he blinks a few times before rubbing the sleep away.) Huh, ice skating? Jonesy's idea I'm guessing?

Angelo: (Standing up straight once more with hands in pockets.) Bingo. (He then starts to make his way past the couch to get to the stairs.) Imma get ready. (Distancing away from the other he hollers out.) Ya have drool on ya mouth!

Asahi: (Cheeks flushing he quickly grabs a napkin from the table and wipes the corner of his mouth.) Ow, my head hurts. (Unaware of the cause of his discomfort, he rubs his forehead where an unseen red mark appears.)
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- A jubilant air surrounds the rink as children stumble and laugh, while proud parents take pictures
- Snug couples or friends do laps around the ice as some gather around the convenient fire pits, set in the resting areas
- Grabbing their rentals the three head to a seat to gear up