Sigh No More

[reformingfury]

Things were starting to really get busy for Dave, lately. Anderson's arrival, the play, the new school term. Trixa just opened the casino, and now he'll have a job as well. Sundays are his new nights to unwind, and he knows exactly how he wants to spend the first one; relatively peacefully with his share of the cider he and Rachel won for the swing dance competition. He's been hoarding it just for the right occasion, and while some people could argue that there are other nights that could have been just right for breaking it open (like getting out of the mines more or less in one piece), tonight just felt right, especially after more rehearsals. He's just gotten out of the shower and is looking forward to bumming somewhere in or around the compound without a bunch of excitement and new folks about him.

Of course, he thinks as he tosses his damp towel aside, it would be even better to share it with someone.

Kurt has been spotted around the compound more than usual, and given the timing and the tension he's seen in the other, Dave is pretty sure that it has something to do with the arrival of the Mayor of Munchkin Town. If it's enough to drive him from Cassa de Nude Erections, then shit is serious. He might not be the best guy for the job, but he figures Kurt would like someone to talk to and unwind. Plus, there are some things on Dave's mind as well as a result of talking to Blaine Anderson and it'd be good to get things off his chest. He's just hoping that the offer of cider would be tempting enough to get Kurt to join him for a chat.

[OOC: For Kurt, timed to Sunday night.]

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[likesboys]

If Kurt's honest with himself, then the fact of the matter is that living in the Compound isn't half as nice as living out in the Green Arrow Estates. For one, there's no natural island breeze that's able to slip into the building— if anything, being a couple floors underground means that it all smells occasionally of mold and mildew, all until Kurt goes nuts and decides to scrub everything down, as he regularly does, with lemon oil. For another, he feels completely cut off from all of the people he loves and knows best, which can be helpful in terms of having him buckle down to get work done, but gets lonesome late in the evening on the occasions when he finds it difficult to fall asleep.

Tonight's one of those times, and so he finds himself curled up in one of the chairs in the common room, a few books in his lap, mostly there in an effort to help him out with directorial work. Only when he hears someone else heading inside does Kurt realize that he probably shouldn't have ventured out of his room that evening. He's still trying his best not to make much of his move.

And if the person entering is at all familiar to Kurt, well, it's a bit impossible to make anyone believe that he still plans to trek the four miles out to the GAE later this evening.