#tragia

[the-muses-are-herd]

Hot tub naked party: Tragia.

Canon: Before the big trip to Skids' family house.

Was his backpack fit for where they were going? Probably not.

Were his clothes warm enough for this? Well, he was pretty sure he wouldn't freeze to death but... who knew.

He looked at the red weasel on the cracked full body mirror. Did he look fine? Well, as fine as he always did. He had long given up on having a truly flat tummy, or bulging muscles or even a cuter face.

He was himself, and that was --good.

Zipping up the backpack, Tragia headed for the corner where Skids would pick him up. He hoped it would not be with the other guy but... whatever. That couldn't be helped.

...unless of course the other guy was a no-show and they would go together, just the two of them finally, sharing the hot tub, sharing... a kiss...

Tragia shook his head, trying to laugh at himself. Skids was "straight". i.e., he was never, ever going to admit he liked dudes and especially not him. He was never going to admit what they did at the end of so many mega-drunk marathons.

Would never love him the way --Tragia stomped his foot on the recently salted driveway. Enough of that!!

Whatever --it was the naked hot tub party! A tradition to always savor and keep alive!!

Besides, maybe the other guy was going to be cute. He hoped.

And a text told him Skids was less than a minute away. Good. Time to put on a really brave face. As usual.

[arcarc]

weasels up to no good!