Feb 11
Friends Activity: Too often our busy worlds leave our creativity buried and forgotten. Celebrate your creativity together and carve out a little time for the two of you. Sign up for an art class and unleash your inner artists!
"No!" Tim objected. There was no way he was going. This was insane. This was more than insane – this was obviously a Tony plan.
"I've already signed you up," Tony countered smoothly. "You'll enjoy it; you're creative."
"I'm a writer," Tim pointed out. "Not an artist. I can't draw, I hate drawing and I'm rubbish at it."
"Maybe you just need some practice," Tony suggested, nonplussed. "Get away from the typewriter for an evening, leave the confines of the Navy Yard and your bachelor pad, and come with me! It's only an art class after all."
Tim scowled. He couldn't come up with any particularly convincing argument against the idea other than he didn't want to go. Tony was highly persuasive, and was capable of dragging him to this place if necessary.
"Promise me that this will not involve naked women," he decided. He would not live it down if there were any, and it would be very like Tony.
"Not this week, McScaredypants," Tony retorted. "I know you've never seen a naked lady before, but we should ease you into it. There's a great lap dancing club I've heard of –"
"You've been."
"Actually I haven't. But I think Ziva and I should stage an intervention and force you into the place."
Tim gave a ghost of a smile. "Art class first. And Ziva won't force me to go anywhere against my will."