--Floyd Lamb State Park

@Max "That sounds cool, I don't have anyone to go with either. I just moved here." Storm explained. Max had a nice car, bright orange. It fit his personality. Storm liked it. His driving was more or less horrendous and Storm casually clenched the oh bar.

@Storm "Yeah, sweet, okay." Max led Storm to his orange Mustang and hopped in, inviting Storm to do the same. "My roommate isn't into the whole camping thing so much, he just kinda brushed me off the one time I invited him. But if you wanna go sometime, I can totally swing that." He revved the engine and more or less sped out onto the streets to his apartment.

@Max Max must've come form money. But yet, he didn't seem stuck up. He liked that. Max was easy to talk to."I'm not a complete introvert." He pointed out with a grin. "I love to camp. I'm from Washington and we had the best campsites and hiking trails." As Max came to a stop, Storm almost ran into him. "I took a cab out here. I don't mind riding with you, if it's okay."

@Storm "You already know some of the lingo, I see," Max observed. "We can go jet skiing sometime too, my family has some from when we used to go camping at the lake. Oh wait, I just realized." He stopped at the edge of the parking lot. "Do you just wanna ride with me, or follow?"

@Max "I've actually never played xbox before. My parents were pretty strict, only watched pg movies, had limited hours on the computer." Damn, he sounded boring and stuck up. "Jet skiing I do love." He laughed. Storm bit his lip, a bronze handing rubbing his equally tanned arm as he nodded. "That sounds great. Teach me in the ways of that I have been denied." He joked with a playful bow. "I've always wondered what it felt like to virtually blow stuff up and what not." He started walking towards the park entrance. "Of course, I'll be a complete noob, but I am a fast learner." He taunted.

@Storm "What is your thing?" Max swiped the ball from its angled trajectory in the air and spun it in his hands. "Tennis? Soccer? Jet skis? Xbox? Please say Xbox." He had so many two-player shooter games that Levi wouldn't play with him, and listening to socially stunted highschoolers abuse the words "pwn" and "" was hardly an alternative. "We can try football another time, assuming you think I'm cool enough to hang out with on purpose in the future." He grinned widely, hoping it might help coerce Storm into coming over to his place.

@Max "Well, duh. Halle Berry is an icon of a y woman. Appearance and personality wise. That doesn't make Rogue any less cool. She has the power of whomever she wants literally at her fingertips. I mean, I assume any girl who had the power to kick your without using her hands is probably attractive. Of course you can't beat Hugh Jackman." Storm managed to catch the ball, winking at Max.

Okay, so he could admit not only was he not talented at these kinds of sports, he'd never really played them. So yeah, Storm didn't know how to throw a football. He bit his lip, turning over the leather...what did they call it? In his hand over and over. But he liked Max. He seemed to be a nice guy. He tossed the ball back, weak, unsure. It wasn't pretty on him either and he knew it.

"Sorry, uh, football isn't my thing." He offered Max a shrug and a sheepish grin.

@Storm Max only just now caught wind of the idea that Storm miiiiight be gay. Which wasn't a budding bromance deal breaker or anything. Max had eyes, and Storm was attractive, and also--

"The fact that you like X-Men is already the best thing ever. But Halle Berry is like ten times hotter than Anna Paquin, hands down." He tossed the football in Storm's direction as an offering of friendship and grinned.

@Max Max was cute. Really cute. That fueled his smile, pearly whites all out, thick lashes blinking lividly as Storm kept up with Max's all over the place and happy nature. His bronze fingers did a sweep through his bangs, getting them out of the way. He had the offhand thought that he needed a haircut.

"Football? I don't know about that, I'm not very good at contact sports. Well, I can handle the contact part, it's everything else, really." Oh god, he was shamelessly flirting and it sounded so cheesy. And he just could not with himself right now. He laughed with him, Max's happy virus was contagious. "You know, sometimes I wish so hard for rain, but nothing. I don't think I have a knack for it. Of course, I'm more of a Rogue kind of guy myself." Oh god, was that nerdy to say? His eyes widened as he watched Max muscles flex as he leisurely tossed the ball.

@Storm Woah, he was not expecting such a dazzling smile. He took a second to recover after catching the ball, eyes unabashedly wide as he scratched the back of his head. "You know, it's not a common occurrence," he admitted and laughed. "But if you're down for some football, then I'm a lot less sorry now. Max, by the way." He reached out and clasped the other dude's hand. "Storm is a badass name, and also my favorite X-Man. Have you considered having a hidden ability to control the weather?" He grinned and tossed the ball aimlessly into the air and caught it again.

@Max If there was one thing Storm would claim to miss about Podunk, Washington, it would definitely be the mountain ranges and dense forest. Storm loved to be outdoors. Camping and hiking was something he and his friends often frequented. It was nothing like the barren deserts of Nevada.

Being at the state park sealed up that hole. The air was fresh, the sun was warm. Even if he was by himself, it was nice for a change. His t-shirt provided no protection what so ever as the cold leather of the football smacked into his back. It caught him off guard, eyes wide as the rather frantic guy ran over to him.

Blinking out of his stupor, Storm laughed. It stung. But he would live. "It's okay man." A playful smile spread across his full lips. "If you wanted to play all you had to do was ask." He taunted. Storm bent down, picking up the ball. He was never one to play football, anything with a ball. He had an athletic enough build, he liked to run, honestly he even did yoga. But there was just something off about his coordination that didn't get along too well with balls and other such objects.

His bronze hand reached out, tossing the guy the ball. "I'm Storm. Do you make it a habit of meeting people this way?"

@Storm Man, football is really awesome, but not when your main bro decides to flake out on you and leave you with no one to throw it to (at least without offending random pedestrians). Max puffed out a sigh and twirled the ol' pigskin in his hands, feeling awkward and out of place aimlessly drifting through the park. In a rare burst of frustration (more like pent up energy), he spiked the thing into the ground and watched as it bounced and flew off-kilter... right into someone's back. "Oh, ," he winced. "Sorry!" he called, jogging over to retrieve the accidental projectile.