Since Brice couldn't handle living in the main house just yet, he'd opted for the guest house - or pool house, depending on which relative was using it. Now, it was Brice's domain. Still, he hadn't slept in there since sleepovers as a younger kid, so when the idea of contacting Ray, Brice didn't think much of it. When the man agreed to bring over a robe (liquid courage had given Brice that ingenious idea), Brice sobered up quick. So it was obviously going to be a night over, and the thought of finally paying Ray back for everything he'd done managed to keep Brice plump in his linen pants.
Opening the door, Brice was surprised to see Ray as if he was heading into court - smelling like it, too. Brice was in a well-worn shirt and gray linens. Feet bare, but still tan from time by the pool. When it was right outside his door, it beat watching mindless informercials during the day. "Ray, hi." Brice perked up immediately,knowing the man would keep his word. He had yet to disappoint Brice.
"Please, come in. Make yourself at home. Maybe loosen your tie," the teen joked, closing the door behind the man.
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Date: 2019-07-03 08:54 pm (UTC)Opening the door, Brice was surprised to see Ray as if he was heading into court - smelling like it, too. Brice was in a well-worn shirt and gray linens. Feet bare, but still tan from time by the pool. When it was right outside his door, it beat watching mindless informercials during the day. "Ray, hi." Brice perked up immediately,knowing the man would keep his word. He had yet to disappoint Brice.
"Please, come in. Make yourself at home. Maybe loosen your tie," the teen joked, closing the door behind the man.