[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet. from ilya.
MEMES / @rossiyavs
There's a celebration at the hotel, but he's not going. A good, solid win on the road is always a party, but especially against one of their rival teams. Of course he's not going. Hayden has already given him shit for leaving again for "Boston Lily", but he simply does not care. At least no one suspects who he is actually meeting, and he's pretty pissed - between the downpour, that has him soaked standing on Rozanov's front porch, and the fact that the man isn't even fucking here (when he'd been the one to tell Shane to show up), he's ready to leave and go back to the hotel, ready to call a cab back and celebrate with his team, maybe. More likely get out of the clothes he couldn't avoid getting soaked even running to the awning by Rozanov's door and take a hot shower.
Shane wasn't going to leave, but he was certainly going to say something about it now, now that he could see Rozanov doing what he had done nearly a half hour prior: running through the downpour to the door, soaked nearly immediately, as much as he was, standing there, nearly shaking from the cold. "What the fuck took you so long?" He's cold, and irritable, and he should have left when he got here and Rozanov wasn't here. But fuck if Rozanov wasn't hot as hell soaking wet.
