There really wasn’t anything better for Owen to be doing. Most of the escorts had been booked out weeks in advance due to the date and other than making sure via text that everyone was where they should be, he was self-entertaining for the day. Owen had never been a huge celebrator of the 4th of July. Sure as a teen it was an excuse to get drunk. But with both his parents being British, they’d never really understood the concept of a country having a day to celebrate them. As a complete American Owen understood it, he’d just never really gotten into it.
Although a good barbeque was always appreciated – so he’d been heading, to buy take out barbeque. He’d been driving past the library in his chair just when the fire engine rolled up. And like most individuals, he took that as a sign to stop and try to figure out what exactly was going on. (Owen secretly thought it might have been kids with fire crackers, since he may or may not have had a similar experience as a teen.) He sees a guy who came out the building and can’t help asking, “Hey, um, what exactly is going on?”
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Date: 2014-07-05 12:52 pm (UTC)Although a good barbeque was always appreciated – so he’d been heading, to buy take out barbeque. He’d been driving past the library in his chair just when the fire engine rolled up. And like most individuals, he took that as a sign to stop and try to figure out what exactly was going on. (Owen secretly thought it might have been kids with fire crackers, since he may or may not have had a similar experience as a teen.) He sees a guy who came out the building and can’t help asking, “Hey, um, what exactly is going on?”