006 - The Most Awesomest Guy Having the Awesomest Party

[whatwolverines]

[Michiganders take their vacations very seriously. The second summer comes around, the lakes become like the Great Magnets and everyone miraculously gets a sunburn by the end of July. It's just how things seem to work in the natural order.

However, there are no Great Lakes/Magnets for Griffin at the moment, so he's just had to hover to the lake, as though that will somehow solve all problems. Of course, it's water, so one problem got solved. However, it just didn't feel quite like vacation yet. That is, until there was beer! Yes, when in doubt, bring out mass quantities of beer! And so after finding a rogue picnic table, he's covered it in beer bottles and any random assortment of food (which, being a bit absent-minded, led the variety to be from whitefish to cereal).

He's only slightly tipsy yet, dangling off the edge of the dock like he's going to kiss the water or something, which may not be far from the truth. It's just his 'vacation while not on vacation' sort of day. Join him if you'd like!]

Comments

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

Do you have any more beer? [Nope, Ephram doesn't care much about Griffin falling into that lake. Not one bit.]

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

Mhmm! [] Yeah, on th'table. Help yerself.

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[He wants to say something so bad, but really doesn't know how to word it. Breaking into sign language, Ephram catches himself mid-sentence. Taking a deep breath, he speaks.]

D-don't drown yourself, you will be missed.

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[]

Well damn, thanks for tellin' me!

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

W-what's the occasion, with all the drinking.
Or are you just bored, Griffin?

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

Oh, well ya know how I always kinda come up and visit all ya up in the north? Seein' as how I can't do tha' this year, I jus' decided to bring my vacation here, ya know?

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[He nods again while reaching up on his shoulder to pat Hiawatha.]

It's not much of a vacation to be had here in HQ.
It fucking blows...excuse my language.

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

I gotta try somethin', or else 'm gonna explode r' somethin'. Oh, an' language excused!

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Heeeey, I almost forgo' ya had a cat.

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

Y-yes...Hiawatha follows me everywhere. I'm surprised you forgot.

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

[ peeking. ]

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[Blinks
sighs.]

Hi.

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

[ why are you sighing. ]

Hiya!

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[Want beer now!!]

H-how are you....?

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

I'm real good. Ya know, Toby and I are makin' bakery. D'ya want some too?

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[Glancing at the table, the one Griffin said the beer was, he quickly tears his eyes from it. Scratching Hiawatha under his chin, he shrugs.]

I guess...haven't had much to eat today.

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

Good, 'cause they're real special! [ somewhat... beaming? an unnerving expression if you ever saw one. ]

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[He's kind of afraid to ask, but he'll do it anyway.]

W-what makes 'em special?

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

Strawberry jam. [ i bet you were expecting something like pins and needles. ]

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[Yes he was. :| ]

Umm...that is special, is it really sweet...I like sweets.

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

[ she's harmless. unless you're using a boat. ]

Oh ya! Real sweet and yummy!

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

That's good...can Hiawatha have some too?

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

Oui. Dat's French for 'yes', don't'cha know.

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

I...I'm not that good with French. But I do know a good bit of German....

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

What a coinquidence! I know Germans too, ya know, but not so much 'cause I learned the French better. [ where ... is she even going with this. ] But I'd like to learn the Germans better someday.

[ oh. there's a nod, one wouldn't attribute to a child, given the conviction. ]

You could be my teacher!

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

T-teach you....? [He isn't liking the way this conversation is heading. Ephram has never taught a soul in his life, that would mean he would have to get close to the person. No...he's not up for that, not today, not ever.]
I dunno, I'll think about it?