#nevada.

you'd think that harvey would have visited the recording studio a lot sooner than he actually did, but something was keeping him away. probably his inability to write anything in his cabin that seemed decent enough. he decides today will be the day to take the plunge, figuring that maybe in a more familiar environment, he might find a little inspiration.

harvey doubts that anyone else will be here, so colour him surprised when he pushes open the door to see another man inside. he recognises him from a previous encounter (and how could he not remember a face like that?) "nevada, right?" he says, harvey approaching the other as he removes his guitar from his back. "what're you doin' here?" pretty stupid question, harv.

storm had a love/hate relationship with working by the pools at the haus. he hated them because his inability to swim always put him on edge; there was a strong chance if a scuffle was to break out, that he could absolutely end up under the water and could possibly drown. but, the part he loved was that every now and then he had the sheer luck of nevada being the lifeguard on duty and who wouldn't want to have the chance of looking at the gorgeous man for a few hours of the day?

as he enters the grotto for the start of his shift, his eyes light up at seeing the other man and storm makes a beeline over to the lifeguard, sneaking up behind him. slipping his arms around nevada from behind, storm lightly presses a kiss against his neck and chuckles, "well, my day just got significantly better." he murmurs, "feel like i've not see you in fuckin' ages."

he's sat at the bar with a drink in hand, one that he was able to exchange a token for, when he hears the voice beside him. a smirk tugs against his lips as he places his rum and coke on the bar. "for you, nevada?" storm says, "i think you could ask for more from me." he chuckles, reaching over to lightly curl his fingers into the other's shirt, tugging him a little closer. "save the token," he says, leaning in closer to the elder's face, "and maybe i'll take it from you later." storm presses his lips against the other's, hand cupping nevada's jaw.