gavin and trent

Supervised Playtime FTL

Feeling:
annoyed

Who: Gavin and open!
When: morningtime
Where: the Town Hall games room

Forced interaction? Was total shit. Gavin had not been happy at all to be woken up early and told that he and Janie had to get dressed and come to the town hall to mingle. Reintegration his flat white ass. He'd even been looking forward to his first afternoon working at the bowling alley, but nooooo, he had to go. Or it was Strongly Suggested, and those two words had come to carry retarded amounts of weight in places like this. He'd complied, but not quietly, bitching nearly the entire walk there.

He'd wandered through the rooms, losing track of Janie somewhere along the way. But he wasn't too worried about it here, what with the whole supervised playtime of it all. He'd found the games room and glee'd briefly that they had video games, only to find that the single-player mode in Gears of War had been locked out of it. "Fucking balls," he muttered through his teeth, and twisted on the couch to look around for someone who might look like they needed to shoot things with ridiculously large guns.