So the last time I wrote something was…I think five months ago. Lack of confidence or ideas do not make for writing fanfics. But here I go, attempting a ficlet as Lynne’s dream prompts are so good. ~900 words regarding a headcannon of St. Patrick’s Day 2017.
Darren got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He usually didn’t do so; after all, he was in his own home. However, Chris had a habit of airing out the apartment, usually after showers, and he didn’t want a repeat of last month’s mishap where he walked out completely exposed.
If the old guy living in the building over had recognized him, then there would have been a scandal he would have preferred not to deal with.