[ the guy, to be more specific, is the vendor who'd given lance an extra serving of shaved ice because he was looking a little hot from his stint serving as a lifeguard for like two hours. they got to chatting (as lance does), and he let it slip that there's this luxurious, secluded lagoon that locals often like to go to. he didn't have to work too hard to sell it for lance, but he promised "sights to behold" and encouraged him to take someone who would appreciate it with him... or at the very least, the company.
jury's still kind of out on whether or not lance chose right, but. ]
Huh?
[ lance is just giving keith a Look. you don't need to tell him that... ]
This isn't my first rodeo, Keith. [ still, he makes no real... reaction towards the hand on his shoulder, despite the slight tensing of said shoulders. he busies himself with toeing the aforementioned flip flops off, nudging them to the side with the side of his foot. ]
no subject
jury's still kind of out on whether or not lance chose right, but. ]
Huh?
[ lance is just giving keith a Look. you don't need to tell him that... ]
This isn't my first rodeo, Keith. [ still, he makes no real... reaction towards the hand on his shoulder, despite the slight tensing of said shoulders. he busies himself with toeing the aforementioned flip flops off, nudging them to the side with the side of his foot. ]