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Life is spectacular. Forget the dark things. Take a drink and let time wash them away to where ever time washes away to.
Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now
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The boxing mitts compact at the quick jab of her fists, leaving resistance to pull at the trained line of her arms. There’s sweat leaving a sheen to her brow, and Briar’s concentration breaks finally at the faces her trainer is making at her with each hit; the blonde’s grin coming to her lips, unabashed. Nose scrunched, she takes a few mock punches to the air before him with her laugh filling the open space. It’s one of the few warmer days for a Frey spring day, enough so that she’d taken her morning session onto the grass by the harbour; the breeze cooling her flushed cheeks. When the taller man goes to retaliate, she doesn’t think about taking a quick jump back, shocked to stumble at a sudden unexpected impact. Whirling on her heel, there’s an apology on her tongue within moments. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
he’d been under the impression that light exercise was beneficial for a hangover. & considering how much liquor had to be consumed for a man of his stature to actually get wasted enough to feel it the next morning, coupled with how much he drank nowadays in relation to his tolerance... exercise had become not only beneficial, but crucial, to say the least. he wasn’t about to let himself morph into some sad sack of an ex-pro, whose only solace was found in the dregs of a beer bottle and memories of his old self hidden underneath, somewhere. besides, as he’d gotten up that morning with the dull ache of a late night in his head, it felt only natural -- workouts were routine for charles o’hara. working out was his life’s story; an everyday comfort.
it was only when he’d circled back around the harbor, the sun’s heat combatting the cold approach of spring, that he was glad he’d made the early decision to cut his run in half. sweating out a hangover was certainly a quick cure, but it didn’t exactly feel like it right then, as his own body heat trapped itself between his shirt and the hoodie he donned -- that probably hadn’t been a wise wardrobe choice, actually. he slowed then, giving a pair of people who seemed to have the same bad idea of a morning workout (maybe it was a good idea for them -- they probably hadn’t been up until 2 in the morning) a wide enough berth to pull it off.
---well, perhaps he hadn’t given them enough space. as one of them -- he couldn’t see who, still caught mid-tug in his sweatshirt -- collided into him, charlie stumbled a few steps back before he quickly yanked it off entirely. it took a moment for his eyes to readjust, brain still foggy between its ailment & the slight strain of exercise. as soon as his balance was regained he let out a long breath, bringing his sweatshirt to his forehead to wipe it. “ no worries... ” he looked between her and the other person, taking a moment to put two and two together. “ running hungover on an empty stomach wasn’t the best decision -- day’s not over yet, though. m’just glad i’m not him, ” he laughed lightly, squinting to nod at her company, whom he now took to be a trainer. “ i may not have eaten, but a can of whoop ass isn’t my first choice in the morning. ”
task 001 – home sweet home
Charles O'Hara’s Estate in Harbor Point 334 Tidal Court Frey, ME
❛ The epitome of oceanfront luxury on nearly two acres of private beachfront, living’s easy in this impressive, generously proportioned estate of French-eclectic inspired modern architecture. Exceptional planning and craftsmanship are evident in every detail, resulting in a home artfully blending form and function for grand scale entertaining and intimate family living.