One more gentle kiss against the softness of her cheek and he pulled back and took another long drink from the bottle. One swallow, and a second, then a third. He drank it like it was water, because it may as well have been, by now. He hardly felt the burn, and only knew he'd drank because his stomach protested the assault.
Jack wiped his lower lip and leaned against Tosh more heavily.
"It's my birthday," he repeated. "Not really, but here. I've been here for two years." Had he already said that? Who cares, he thought, before continuing. "When I was a kid, all my birthdays were on the beach. We'd bring all the food and a ball, and when it got dark, my brother and I would get wood and dad would build a fire." That was a great idea, actually. "Wanna build a fire?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2008-04-10 01:03 am (UTC)Jack wiped his lower lip and leaned against Tosh more heavily.
"It's my birthday," he repeated. "Not really, but here. I've been here for two years." Had he already said that? Who cares, he thought, before continuing. "When I was a kid, all my birthdays were on the beach. We'd bring all the food and a ball, and when it got dark, my brother and I would get wood and dad would build a fire." That was a great idea, actually. "Wanna build a fire?"