let the ocean take me

“Shot. Damn. I totally forgot that I complimented you already. I guess that means that you don’t get another complimented until sixty days then.” Roisin smirked. Why did she feel the need to compliment him? “Why do you keep ruining my plans? I had the perfect costume picked out for you,” She kidded. “Maybe I’ll change my goal and see if I can drive you insane instead.”

“That hardly seems fair,” Harry countered with an exaggerated pout, managing to look genuinely upset, but really planning to see if he could get her to compliment him so more. His ego admittedly played a part in that, but he was also curious about how long she could go without doing so. It wasn’t very long, so far. “Alright, I’m going to bite. What costume did you have in mind?” He shook his head, her words striking a cord, though his face remained in an expression of easy humor. “I’m already insane. Is it not obvious?”

“I would like to think that you fall somewhere in the middle and it’s fun when i hang out with you. Tonight you are going to have some fun” he said with a smile and a grin as he walked toward the man, “I am really sorry to hear that. If you want to talk about it i am all hears but it’s understandable if you don’t”

“Wouldn’t that make you the fun one?” he countered, uncrossing his arms and pushing back from the couch, a smirk stretching over his lips. “I am curious about how you’re going to manage making sure I have fun, though.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Talking isn’t my strong suit, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

“They are on the menu,” she answered with a grin. “As of today they are, at least. They’re one of our new items.”

“I’ve never been here before, so the menu is a complete mystery to me. I’m officially excited to see what else is on there, though.”

“I’ve been there a few times when I was younger for vacation.”

“Did you like it?”

“Well you’re still very handsome looking even if you’re sad and pathetic. Most people can’t pull that look off but you? You look amazing,” She complimented. “Shot. I guess I’ll just have to settle for a different photoshoot then. Maybe one where we’re both behind the camera?” Roisin suggested. “True. I guess you have to keep yourself entertained somehow even if it’s at my expense.”

“I know that this is setting myself up to be mocked,” Harold started, his lips thinning into a smirk, “but I have to point out that you just complimented me. Before my thirty days was up.” He grinned, a little triumphant, and squared his shoulders. “Only if it doesn’t involve nudity… or a ridiculous costume, I’m game.” He chuckled. “That’s the spirit!”

“I knew it! I wasn’t going to say anything but since you brought it up there’s is something about your face. You just have this sad, pathetic vibe,” Roisin joked, gently nudging him with her elbow. “Fine. You should let me see you naked then. Maybe for our date. I can do a nude photoshoot of you,” She suggested though she wasn’t serious about it. “Thank you. I can already tell you’re not going to make this easy for me.”

“I don’t even try to hide it. There’s no point.” Harold shrugged his shoulders once again, grinning still. Most of his jokes were self-deprecating “Ah, nope. I have to draw the line at a nude photoshoot.” He shook his head vehemently, not liking the idea of that at all. “Where would be the fun in that? Of course I’m going to make it hard on you.”

  “Okay, you have the worst taste in music You should just give it a rest and you are making my hears bleed” he said talking to the person next to him

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about the music. You want a tattoo or not?”

Finn’s attention too was drawn to the TV for a moment before he looked back at his dinner taking another bite. He nodded in silent agreement with Harry’s comment, arching his eyebrows. Scrunching his features, Finn pointed at Harry with his fork when he spoke. “You have, by far, one of the coolest professions in this entire fucking city. I hope you know I’ll be in soon to get one of those killer birds tattooed onto my ass pretty soon,” he joked. “Ass? Ah, maybe not. Maybe, I’ll go more classic, my ankle or something.” Finn looked away from Harry following his correct assumption. “Nothing specific,” he answered truthfully, shrugging when he raked his food around on his styrofoam plate. “Nothing bird-nightmare inducing…” Finn trailed, flashing a smile in Harry’s direction.

Harold scoffed, following the sound with a bark of laughter. “I had to shave someone’s inner thigh today and then hover with my face a few inches from his package for an hour. He wasn’t even hot, so it was just super uncomfortable. There’s nothing cool about that.” He shook his head, banishing the image from his mind, and scrunched up his nose. “Fuck the ankle. That’s going to hurt like a bitch, and plus, the ass is funnier. Imagine how people are going to react to finding a neon bird on your ass.” He laughed, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans. “Then you’ve practically got it made in the shade, man.”

“What a piece of shit.”

“Does kicking it help?”

  “Well i guess that i should be shirtless more often. You seem to like it when am shirtless” he said with a grin on his face as he closed the door after the other came in. “I have been good and busy but thankfully i have a free night today and wanted to do something fun” he added as he looked at his friend. “What about you, how you been? It feels like it has been ages”

“I’m of the mind that everyone should be shirtless more often,” he answered with a laugh, leaning into the back of the couch and crossing his arms over her chest. “So you called me? Come on, man... I’m the exact opposite of fun.” Harold shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to answer that question. Saying he was good would be lying. “I’m alright. Things have been kind of chaotic lately.”

A small shrug of her shoulders and Morgan was moving on to smiling softly at the man. “What makes you say that?” She then questioned, always assuming being bad was a lot more interesting. “Bad usually means being careless and careless can be pretty fun. Or so I’ve heard.” Actually, she had experienced some careless nights in her day, but that was like water on the bridge. “Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense. It’s a little too early in the evening to be going home anyway, so I feel yeah.” Slouching down, Morgan then signaled for the bartender to come her way. “Well, then let me get you something to eat!”

Harold didn’t really know how to answer that without being honest about his past, which didn’t seem appropriate to tell a stranger at a bar -- not while he was sober, at least. Had he had a few drinks, he likely would be more than willing to spill all his secrets. “Careless can also be dangerous, and get you arrested,” he answered instead with a shrug of his shoulders. He punctuated the following silence on his end by drinking from his glass, wishing there was liquor in it instead of juice. “How kind of you. I’m not the only decent person around here, I guess.”

“Hey! It’s good to be able to laugh at yourself.”

“It’s how I cope with my rising failures. Just keep on laughing.”

“You have?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Which state did you live in?”

“California for a while, bounced around on the west coast a bit. Mostly Cali, though.”

“Your favorite way to eat hamburgers is all alone at McDonalds? Damn. You really need to get a life my dear. That just sounds lonely and sad,” Roisin rolled her eyes. “I don’t think I agree. It’ll be a great date for you. For me? Not so much. Maybe if my date was a bit more muscular,” She teased. “True and it looks like I found mine.”

“I’m a sad, pathetic guy. It’s just how I am.” Harold shrugged his shoulders with a laugh. “You’re so mean to me. And I’ll have you know, I look fucking great without clothes. You should be so lucky to see me naked.” He grinned at her, wide and amused. “Well, I’ll wish you the best of luck. It won’t be an easy task, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.”