London calling to the far away towns

[moveslikejaeger]

WHO: Maxim and Greg
TONE: Shenanigans
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: London
WHAT: Teenaged boys romping around London unsupervised, and then a fist fight (but it's all in good fun!)
STATUS: Ongoing

"Yah, chust look for de porple Caddy, Hy'm vearing yellow und vhite, hyu ken't miss me," Maxim chirped, finishing up giving Greg directions to his parking spot, then hanging up his phone. He'd been waiting for this day ever since he'd proposed his challenge to the Hufflepuff, and now it was finally here. Sure, the plans were only made two days ago, but he'd been itching for a fight ever since Gamzee declared his intent to give up his journal. Time couldn't go fast enough, in his opinion.

Of course, the big fight wasn't happening right away, but that hardly mattered to him now. Nope, as far as he was concerned, this was the pre-game party, and he was going to mess with the other boy as much as he could.

Which was why he was dressed to impress in a yellow halter top and short white skirt, red cowgirl boots, a white sunhat with yellow daisies woven into the brim, and an assortment of long, gold necklaces draped around his neck. He had told Greg that he was only getting a shirt or pants, after all, all while promising that nothing inappropriate would be showing. With this outfit, he had achieved such a feat.

Now all he had to do was relax on the hood of his car, fail his purple lacquered nails into sharp points, and wait for the other boy to show.

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[di_intraining]

With a sigh, Greg placed the receiver back in its place before slinging a jacket on. Leaving a note for his parents, he grabbed his backpack and walked out, past the scummy apartments that lined the road, the packs of boys, teens and men who lingered and smoked around the area, making a bee-line straight for the tube.

Emerging from the underground train and with the London sun on his back, he briskly walked towards the appointed spot. Half of him is suspicious that Maxim was going to pull some half-brained prank on him, but the other half was glad that his fellow Hogwarts class mate had agreed to see him. He didn't have much friends outside school, and work was eating up so much time that he couldn't make any new ones. Not that any of the other teen boys who lived in his area were interested in being mates with him either.

Stopping at the opposite side of the road, he scanned the cars for the purple Cadillac. There was one, but there was a women near it, wearing a ridiculous sun hat that blocked her face from view while she filed at her nails. He frowned; this was definitely the place, but no Maxim in sight. Slightly annoyed that the other boy may have given him wrong directions, he crossed the road to look further. Maybe the car was just on the other side of the parking lot.