AN. Hello. Fair warning this is another HalBarry fic and it throws continuity out the door. Turn back now unless you want to enter the weirdness that is my imagination. I'm mainly posting this here as a way to consolidate all of these little parts that I've been typing and posting on Tumblr. -Lem
Disclaimer. I do not own any rights to the DC Franchise.
With the car at a complete stop, Hal turned to his friend in the passenger seat.
"Remind me again why we're here?" More precisely why did I decide to let you drag me along?
"Mother said I should get out more. Also, this counts as community service, and I've been informed that beautiful people frequently volunteer here." Ollie explained, a mischievous twinkle sparkled in his eyes at the last line.
Hal glanced out the window on his side. A sleek, black limo was stopped in front of the entrance. A door opened and then a young man exited the car. He appeared to be a teenager.
"Oh yeah. Beautiful, young boys. What a place, Ollie." Hal snorted. "Good luck getting a date with a restraining order over your head."
The punch to his arm afterwards was completely worth it.
How had this happened? How had this effing happened?
One moment he's driving Ollie to audition for some show at their local community theater. Next he's inside, watching people cold read scripts and stand together in lines of any and every possible arrangement. Then he's talking to either the director or assistant director and signing himself up for crew.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit.
"Great going, Jordan." he mumbled to himself.
Two months. For two months he was tied down to some silly play about some silly family. There goes his social life.
"Ollie, you asshole."