Gathering Post

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The Queen's official birthday celebrations might wait for the better, brighter weather of June, instead of the actual date just passed, but there was no lack of things to do in London this week, even if it was cooler and damper than the week before. St. George's day festivities were scattered throughout the city, competing with celebrations of the four hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare's death. Getting around the city could be even more difficult than usual on Sunday, with multiple streets closed off for the London marathon.

There were exhibits - everything from graphic design to a survey of Sicilian history to the influence of underwear. And the same level of diversity could be found whether you were in the mood for music, theatre, good food, or late night fun. There was something for everyone, and no matter your plans - or lack of plans - you never quite knew what you were going to find, or who might find you.



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[hollow_moon]

Val grinned at that, leaning in to nuzzle playfully at Jag's neck.

"You can see it whenever you like," he assured him.

It wasn't too far to his flat, even when they paused to pick up food, and soon Val was letting them both in, stretching lazily as he slunk through the door.

[jageskro]

"What do you want to drink?" Jag asked as they got in. He was looking forward to eating and starting on the road. Getting out of London was going to be a nightmare, but once they were out...

[hollow_moon]

"Orange juice, please," Val smiled, grabbing plates and pausing when his hand shook a little. Last thing he wanted to do was spoil the good mood by breaking something or worrying Jag.

[jageskro]

Jag was getting the juice, and a beer, out of the fridge. A single beer would be fine for driving, and after a long day's work, he definitely deserved one. He grabbed a glass for Val and poured juice into it before sticking it back in the fridge. "You'll have to tell me where you keep that tent. Do you have sleeping bags, too?"

[hollow_moon]

"I can fetch it," Val insisted as he finally put the plates out. "They should all be together, I can manage," he added, a bit defensively.

[jageskro]

Jag heard that tone, and knew better than to argue. He'd just keep an eye on Val. "All right," he agreed with a smile. "I just thought you might like to pack a few things."

[hollow_moon]

"I can do both," Val insisted. "What about you? Should we stop by yours so you can tell Em you're leaving and grab some things?"

[jageskro]

"That would just mean a useless detour," Jag shook his head. "I'll ring her." And wear the same clothes tomorrow; he really wasn't bothered.

[hollow_moon]

"Alright, if you're sure," Val nodded, eager enough to be out in the country that he wasn't about to fuss over details.

[jageskro]

"Certain," Jag confirmed, and paused to peck Val's kiss before setting his glass down on the table, and opening his beer bottle on the side of the counter, taking a sip before it might foam over. "Let's eat while it's hot, I'll ring her afterwards."

[hollow_moon]

The meal was quiet and mostly uneventful, and while Jag called Em, Val headed upstairs to back a bag and grab the tent and sleeping bags.

Truth be told, it was a bit much for him to carry, but he stubbornly did his best to appear unencumbered as he took it out to the car and got it all in the boot.

"Ready?" he asked, tossing Jag the keys with a smile.

[jageskro]

"And eager," Jag told him with a grin after catching the keys. Once in the car, he leaned over to steal a kiss from Val, then only started the engine, a small smile on his lips at the thought of driving - not the driving in itself, but being on the road.

Now, here was to hoping there wouldn't be too much traffic.