(no subject)

[det_debrabant]

[Surveying the area from a rooftop.]

Comments

[immortal_pirate]

"Hey there, you're trespassing on my rooftop," Morgan said from his seat on the deck chair. "Nick, is that you?"

*mun flails*

[det_debrabant]

Nick turns as he stands at the edge of the roof but splits a grin as he notices the familiar face.

"Morgan? Hey! I didn't know you were here!"

Ditto! *hugs*

[immortal_pirate]

"Long time no see, mate! Pull up a chair. This is the roof of my flat," He indicated the other lounge chair. They were just a step up from the cheap foldy things, but comfortable enough. "Do you drink beer?" he opened the cooler.

*hugs!!*

[det_debrabant]

"I don't, unfortunately." Nick grins, he's technically off-duty but had been making the rounds tonight to make certain no one was stirring up added trouble. The task is easily shelved as he walks over to take a seat. This is an unexpected but very pleasant surprise, he doesn't get these often.

"How are you?"

Re: *hugs!!*

[immortal_pirate]

"Shame that. I'm doing good. Just moved in here," he'd been in Toronto just a week. "I was in New York for the last year or so. It's much quieter here." Even though Toronto was a large city. "How have you been?"

[ooc: Unfortunately, I need to go to bed! Good seeing you tho and definitely want to continue the conversation. <3]

Re: *hugs!!*

[det_debrabant]

"I'm glad you think so, we try our best to keep it that way." He smiles as he leans his elbows on his knees. "I'm doing well. Keeping out of trouble...some of the time."

[ooc: was about to say going to bed myself! Goodnight and ttyl! Great to see you again!]

[immortal_pirate]

"Only some of the time?" Morgan teased, taking a drink of his beer.

[det_debrabant]

"Okay you got me. Rarely. It is in the job description, after all." He grins back, watching Morgan drink. There were times like these he wished he could better appreciate, and stomach, regular food and drink. It's only a fleeting thought, however and he's just glad for the company.

[immortal_pirate]

"True enough. Rather like being on the water is in mine," Morgan mused.

[det_debrabant]

"So, now that we're neighbors, you'll have to drop by and visit sometime. Especially since I've so kindly invited myself to your roof."

[immortal_pirate]

"I'd like that. Do you live nearby?"

[det_debrabant]

"It's a fifteen minute drive. Second water tower to the northwest." He points easily into the clear night air. "101 Gateway Lane."

[immortal_pirate]

"That is close by. Over in a warehouse district?" he could see the water tower from where they were. "I'm still learning my way around here, but that's not far from the marina where I've moored the sailboat."

[det_debrabant]

"Guilty as charged. I had one of the upper floors converted into a loft." Nick settles back into the chair, making himself more at home. He doesn't have a place to be tonight, he might as well. "I'll have to stop by and see the boat sometime."

[immortal_pirate]

"Of course. We'll have to plan to go out for a night sail. Foxfire is moored in slip thirty-nine."

[det_debrabant]

"Of course." Now there's a treat. Night sailing. Nick is almost as excited as a child at the prospect, and has the grin to match.

[immortal_pirate]

"Perhaps if you're not busy Saturday evening?" Morgan asked.

[det_debrabant]

"Saturday would be perfect. I'm actually off. Is there anything I should bring?"

[immortal_pirate]

"Excellent. Bring whatever you would like to drink," Morgan said. "Otherwise, the ship is fully stocked." He didn't know what Nick could eat or drink. Some vampires he knew were capable of eating and drinking human food occasionally, he didn't know if Nick was and he didn't tend to keep blood on store.

[det_debrabant]

Nick doesn't expect people to stock blood, it is a specialty item after all. He's been trying to stomach human food more often, but they tend to result in some unflattering faces being made in the process.

"Aye, Captain." He smirks. "I can be there at dusk. We'll have the night to roam Ontario as we please."

[immortal_pirate]

He smiled and took a drink of his beer. "It's a plan then. You'll have to play tour guide and show me around."

[det_debrabant]

"Sounds like a deal to me." He nods, and then something catches his attention. He looks out toward the city, his senses picking up what might be the start of trouble.

"We'll talk again soon." He quickly pulls out a business card and holds it out as he stands. "Call me anytime at that number."

[immortal_pirate]

"Alright," Morgan took the card from him. "Thank you, I'll see you Saturday evening."

[det_debrabant]

"See you Saturday." Nick nods and then makes a jog for the edge of the rooftop. He hits the low edge and then he's airborne in a blur, heading off into the night.

[immortal_pirate]

Morgan was startled by Nick's abrupt exit. "Huh. I didn't know you could fly," he said with a laugh.

[det_debrabant]

He may be flying now, but come Saturday he rolls up to the dock parking lot in a turquoise 1961 Caddy. The sun is fully set, and what waning light remains is not an irritation to him as he strolls down the docks to the slip Morgan had mentioned earlier. In hand he has a small bag, glass bottles gently clinking within as he walks.

[immortal_pirate]

"Nice ride, Nick. Is that a 1960?" Morgan called from the deck of his ship.

[det_debrabant]

"61, with a working radio." He grins, bit of an in-joke that, with Schanke always harping about the radio working, but having no heat to speak of. Nick walks over to the edge of the boat and pauses.

"Permission to board?" Not that he actually needs it, but there is something to be said for manners.

[immortal_pirate]

Morgan smiled, he did like classic cars. "Granted, welcome aboard Foxfire." Proud of his her. "I had her built in 1960." She is gleaming white in the fading sunlight reflected off the water.

[det_debrabant]

Nick is hopping aboard without missing a beat, landing and looking along her length with an almost childish excitement.

"She's lovely." He has been looking forward to this since their conversation and now it almost feels odd. He shakes the sensation and heads over to where Morgan stands, pulling a bottle out of his bag. "I know you said you were well-stocked, but I couldn't come empty-handed."

[immortal_pirate]

"Thank you," Morgan smiled accepting the bottle of expensive red wine. "You didn't have to. You brought something for yourself, I hope."

[det_debrabant]

"I did." He holds up the bag a little. "If you have a cooler, this is one red that needs to be chilled."

[immortal_pirate]

"A cooler?" Morgan laughed. "Come on below deck and we'll put it in the refrigerator." He guided his friend below and led him to the galley. It was kitted out with modern stainless steel commercial grade appliances. "I just finished refurbishing her." Her kitchen looked more like something that would be in a nice house, rather than a sailboat.

[det_debrabant]

Nick follows Morgan and gives a high raise of his eyebrows as he looks around at the kitchen. Galley almost feels like an insult to the boat.

"Oh. Well, I guess a refrigerator works too." The two bottles he pulls out from the bag are of green glass and unlabeled. They've been tightly corked and are still cool from his own fridge. "Not that I doubted you, but you were serious about this living on the boat business."

[immortal_pirate]

He laughed and placed the green bottles in the refrigerator. The other, that Nick had brought for him, he opened and left on the counter to breathe. "Absolutely. I've lived on her for years at a time and I like cooking," he shrugged. "So big galley. There are enough cabins for a crew of eight." They were no less luxurious than the galley. Though most of the time he sailed alone.

[det_debrabant]

Nick is all smiles, the last time he took a boat he'd stuffed himself inside of a trunk so this is a pleasant change. He takes off his coat, and stands a little awkwardly, uncertain what to do next.

[immortal_pirate]

"Come on back upon deck and we'll get cast off and be on our way," Morgan said, heading back up the stairs. "If you'll cast off the bow rope I'll get the stern." He stepped off the ship onto the dock and started untying the ship.

[det_debrabant]

Once back on deck, Nick sets his coat aside and hops back to the dock, untying the bow line. A sailor he may not be, but he handles it well enough and when Morgan is back on the boat he gives a gentle push to clear the bow from the dock and hops back onboard himself.

"All set!" He starts back for the stern.

[low_key_angel]

Nifty view up here, isn't it?

[det_debrabant]

[Nick turns, feeling a little uneasy with the unexpected company but then turns back to face the city.]

Yeah. It's nice this time of night.

[low_key_angel]

Always partial to fall myself. Nice cool nights, right before the snow really starts to fly.

[det_debrabant]

It's hard to argue with that. The leaves are lovely, too.

[immortal_pirate]

"Well done, I'll make a sailor of you yet," Morgan laughed as he went to the wheel and started the engine. They would be on power until they were clear of the marina then, he'd unfurl the sails.

[det_debrabant]

"Maybe." Nick laughs as he finds a spot to sit and watch the horizon while they motor their way out on the lake. To the south and the west the skies glow faintly with the lights of other cities. Not quite out of the habor they're already visible.

"We'll see how I manage over open water."

[immortal_pirate]

The boat rocked gently as they made their way out to the lake. He turned on the night running lights as the sun sank into the west. "I'm sure you'll do fine," he assured Nick. "Come here and take the wheel and I'll unfurl the sails."

[det_debrabant]

"Uh, sure." Nick stands and awkwardly goes to the wheel, taking it and holding it still. Unless Morgan tells him to move it otherwise, he'll be keeping it stationary.

"I'll admit, it's been a long time since I was on a ship with actual sails."

[immortal_pirate]

"You're doing fine," Morgan said as he worked his way forward and unfurled the sails. The breeze filled the sheets and the ship sped up, pushed by the wind. Morgan came back and took the wheel from him. "I've been on just about every kind of ship ever made. But this is my favorite."

[det_debrabant]

"I think I can see why." He grins, feeling the ship move under the power of the wind. There was something pleasantly freeing about it. No thrum of steam or gasoline powered propellers, just the quiet rush of water against the hull. With it came pleasant memories of simpler times.

"I should have done this a long time ago."

[immortal_pirate]

They sailed quietly for a while, enjoying the sounds of wind and water. "I highly recommend it. Sometimes the world is just a bit too loud for me and too damn fast," Morgan admitted.