Alfred wasn't driving, in fact he sat in the back seat of a tiny Toyota Yaris. His keens were pressed uncomfortably into the passenger seat, and he had to slouch in order to keep his head from bumping into the ceiling. He wondered briefly who's bright idea was it to take a mini-road trip in (what was to him) a clown car.

He glowered at his brother Matthew in the driver's seat, and answered his own question. The Yaris was his nearly twin's car.

Next to his brother, riding shotgun was his brother's new not quite girlfriend, Nina. Now, she was a very interesting character, certainly one the most− eccentric girls his bro had dated. Yet not dated... Or Something like that, sometimes his brother's relationship status confused the hell out of him. Often he found it better just not to ask and spear himself the headache. All he knew right now was that his brother and Nina were sleeping together, but were more than friends-with-benefits.

Silence prevailed throughout the tiny fuel efficient car, it had not been a fun day. Well that was not entirely true statement. Alfred had a fun time at the sea side, but any day he got to spend with his boyfriend was a fun time. In fact the only reason he not complaining loudly about being crammed in to the back seat of the Toyota, was because he was crammed back there with Arthur. Though at the moment, Arthur had his nose buried in a book, pointedly ignoring the other three people in the car. He had not had fun.

And the day had started with such promise.

The plan had been hatched that morning, by his brother and himself. They would grab the significant others, and then they would spend the day at the beach! Who couldn't have fun at the beach right? Also it would give Alfred a chance to get to know Nina better, and Matt to know Arthur better. Fun couple-y bounding times to be had by all, right?

But things went south very, very fast. And really from Alfred's point of view, the day had been nothing more than a number of small inconveniences that snowballed into the bad day that the other occupants of the car had declared the day to be.

It started off them getting lost on the way there− for an hour. Which led to an argument about the effectiveness of GPS technology, between himself and Matthew. When they did finally make it to the beach, they found it occupied by a beach party complete with D.J, and drunken partygoers. After that had found a spot some ways away from the party, things began to look up. Until they realized both Arthur and Nina had very pale skin, and found that somewhere between the car and their spot on the beach, that they had lost the sunscreen. A fact that Arthur was less than thrilled about, and had spent the rest of the time a beach hiding under the umbrella they had rented. But what had been the nail in the coffin for their ill fated beach trip, was when Nina went missing. She had wondered over to beach party found free beer and then proceeded to get drunk. So that's how Mat had found her, on the raised D.J platform, dancing ….topless.

Mat had not been too happy about that, and Nina had not been too happy about being dragged away from the party. And she had made that fact known−very loudly.

Thus they sat in silence in the Yaris, Nina passed out and drooling against the passenger side window. Matthew focused solely on the act of driving, his knuckles white against the gray of the steering wheel. Arthur was still reading his book, his body language making it very clear that he did not to speak with anyone. And Alfred was staring out of his bit of window.

He watched the sun slip below the horizon, painted the sky in brilliant shades of blush pink and orange. Night slowly blending its way into the sky turning parts a rich plum.

Alfred opened his mouth about to point the natural wonder around them, but the moment he inhaled Matthew took eyes off the road long enough to glare at him. Silently saying, "I don't care what it is, unless you're on fire, keep your mouth shut!"

Alfred huffed, as Mat looked back to the road. He looked over at Arthur, and slid hand over the small space between them, brushing against his boyfriend's thigh. Arthur stiffen and looked up from his book to meet Alfred's gaze. He nodded to the window. A smiled found its way to his face as Arthur caught the hint and looked out. The book his hands lowered as he took in the sight of painting worthy sunset.

After a moment Arthur looked back to Alfred and spared him a small smile. He turned his attention back to his book, which he only held it with one hand.

The other was too busy holding Alfred's.