I wrote this while drunk. I'm only posting it here for a friend. Don't take my writing seriously.
It was a weekend of total liberation for Bram and Lynn... They had escaped from the boredom of their everyday lives to a semi-local gaming convention, only some two or three hours away from home. Lynn had a boyfriend and it wasn't Bram, unfortunately, but fortunately enough for Bram her boyfriend had bailed last minute on the con due to work. Bram and Lynn had promised up and down that nothing would happen between the two of them, and both had meant it... However, promises are fragile things, often bent and broken with enough motivation.
It was Saturday night when the straw finally broke the camel's back. Bram and Lynn had just come back from a rave at the convention, the heavy bass still thumping in the back of Lynn's mind as the swirling colors and lights lingered in her thoughts, a hypnotic blur. There had been alcohol involved... Not too much, of course, but enough to whittle away inhibitions. Slinking into the quiet and cool hotel room, Lynn made her way to the queen size bed and dropped herself on it with a contented sigh.
Bram followed shortly afterward into the room, lowering himself onto the bed and testing the resilience of the box-spring, bouncing slightly. "These hotel beds are always so stiff," Bram commented while running a hand through his short-clipped black hair, glitter falling off of him, "Heh... Stiff." Bram was never the type to miss an opportunity to make a dirty joke, especially around Lynn, they shared a flirtatious sort of friendship that was riddled with almost and exposure. Giggling and slapping Bram in the chest from where she lay, Lynn let her hand rest perhaps too long, her fingers tracing down Bram's abdomen, admiring his toned body for a moment.
Bram wasn't an athlete, per se, though he was certainly "fit"... Not overly broad, but slim and toned with abs that Lynn had always admired... He was tall too, something like five-foot ten. Olive toned skin with just the slightest of tans, quite a bit of Bram was on display now, covered in sweat and glitter from the Rave, wearing only shiny blue boxers and a pair of long-burned-out glowing wristbands. Against her better judgment, Lynn kept her hand on Bram's chest, her heart stirring as she pushed herself up a bit to admire those abs she liked so much. "Let's not talk for a little bit... Just, let's be quiet," The crimson-haired party-girl spoke finally.
