[OPEN] pain pills and coffee grounds

[perseus james rudman]

"Chocolate, please!" Perseus cheerily told the woman behind the counter. He took it happily from her, ignoring her disapproving look at how hyper and cheery he was. He got that every day. He guessed they were used to dull and dreary. Not that it bothered him. If everyone else wanted to crash the party, he didn't care. He sucked as hard as he could on the straw of his shake, squeezing his eyes shut. "I can't suck that hard." He said, wiggling the straw in the cup instead.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan smirked, unable to help himself at the comment. Biting his lip, he stirred his shake slowly as he wandered back towards the door again, glancing back to see if Perseus decided to follow. Once they were outside he paused, unsure of where the guy wanted to go.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus smiled as the guy smirked, half tempted to offer to prove it to him. But he'd rather not have either a forever scarred kid or his brother on his back for the rest of.. however long they were doomed to be in here. Forever? He bounced out the door, looking around before he started towards the general direction of the indoor pool. He didn't know why, but he felt like swimming.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan wandered after him quietly, content now that he had his shake. He glanced at the building they were starting toward, a bit hesitant about dressing down to swim. But the more he thought about it, the better it sounded. He hadn't gone swimming in awhile.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus wasn't sure the staff would approve of his lack of swimwear. Not that he really cared. They didn't approve of a lot of things he did. He walked to one of the benches, sitting down his malt so he could pull his jacket off, draping it over the bench. Next off was his shirt, then his shoes, and finally his jeans before he dove in the water in nothing but his Thor underwear.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan worked quietly on his shake, following the other guy towards the pool. He watched quietly as he undressed, looking away so he wouldn't make him feel awkward. Jordan bit his lip, and finally set his shake down and began to undress. He eyed the pool in an almost shy manner, undoing his bandana before diving in. He resurfaced in the middle, pushing hair from his blue eyes.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus wasn't concerned with the locks of hair sticking to his face. His hair was usually in his sight anyways, wet or not. He smiled over at the boy, then dove under the water, swimming to one end of the pool. He leaned back until he was floating, then started to backstroke to the other end of the pool, humming to himself.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan smiled back at him sheepishly, in a far better mood since he was exposed to the male's own. He was a bit self conscious with scars of past abuse, but not as worried since he was underwater. He dove back underwater, opening his eyes and looking around with a broader smile before surfacing. It was the first time in awhile that he had felt true...peace.

[perseus james rudman]

"Whee!" Perseus grinned, splashing a bit in the water before he dove back under. He swam a little closer to the boy, then popped up in front of him. His bright blue eyes were gentle as they looked over his face, hoping that he hadn't scared the boy or made him feel uncomfortable. "You look nice with your hair all wet." He smiled, hoping to see him smile again.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan smiled again, far shier this time. "Thank you.." He whispered, accent heavy with the softer words. He treaded the water slowly, ducking under and resurfacing again, looking the guy over a moment. But he tried keeping it discreet, didn't need anyone trying to get with him, being so uncertain about it. He couldn' help himself.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus looked away as Jordan ducked under the water, not paying him much mind now that he was diving. He might not have a lot of sense, but he knew when to stop staring. He smiled, waving at one of the little kids that was swimming. The boy reminded him of his niece in a way, small and innocent. "You talk funny. Where're you from?" He asked Jordan, glancing back his way as the boy surfaced again.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan scoffed, smirking. "Funny?" He complained, swimming a little closer. "Ehm, the UK, British. But I've lived in America awhile." He reached to push hair out of his eyes, their blue color bright, his face relaxed. He felt comfortable with the guy. Maybe a bit unsure about himself, but he always was around people he wasn't close to.

[perseus james rudman]

"Yeah?" He asked curiously. He couldn't remember meeting a British person before. "I mean, to be fair, Deac talks with a lisp. But we're from New Orleans. So I guess we talk weird to everyone else." He shrugged, slowly running his hand up and down his chest. His blue eyes looked over Jordan's face slowly, trying to remember who the boy had reminded him of the first time he'd met him. "Either way, it's oddly attractive. I couldn't live in the UK."

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan smiled at him crookedly. "You don't sound that funny," He drawled with a faint laugh. He studied him a moment. "Couldn't you?" A wrinkle of the nose before he hauled himself onto the edge of the pool, legs dangling. Reaching over, he grabbed his shake and brought the straw to his lips.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus smiled, nodding his head at the question. "I'd never wanna come home. You guys' accents are hot." He swam over to him, pulling himself up just far enough so he could grab his malt before he slid back into the water. He sucked on the straw until he'd finally coaxed the milkshake to come up. He sat it by Jordan, clicking his tongue ring against his teeth. "That's REALLY cold."