Shouting at Strangers is Dangerous

But None of Us Really Cared
by Mil'vardea

Take some hot chocolate in a thermos and sit around in a high traffic area and offer hot beverages to complete strangers.

We are very lucky that our local preppy college does seem to care who you are, where you're from, or whether or not you even attend the school. We have had great amounts of fun over the past few years on that campus.

Anyway, in a fit of bored genius, Black Beard, Smoo and I piled into Beard's car and tooled down to the campus, settling in a small corner around the lake called "The Island." It's a small landmass in the middle of the lake, connected to the mainland by two arching bridges and expanded by a giant gazebo almost the same size as the island itself. We sat around one of the little bench things they have there, with a thermos full of hot chocolate and chatted, waving at strangers and inviting them to join us.

We actually managed to succeed this time in getting strangers to reply to our antics.

We had one kid, about 19 years old, come over to join us. He seemed nice enough, so we waved him down and handed him some cocoa, and chatted him up. His name was "Hayes" and he was actually a friend of a friend of ours, and had attended the same high school as our very own Smoo.

IrishCream joined us right from work, driving over and filching of our very delicious hot chocolate, joining into our discussion over the flagrant inconsistencies in movie series, such as James Bond and Star Wars.

The night was beautiful, the stars were out, and we curled up together on the island's bank, huddled in Black Beard's sleeping bag, watching to world go by.

..::heartsinfall::..