Laying across Elise's bed, Avis ran his hand along her cheek. Glancing down at her as she snuggled against his frame, his heavy leather jacket now replacing the red robe she had worn over her bare skin. Half leaning against her bedroom wall, he eyed her wall mounted flat screen with departed interest. Flicking from channel to channel as he listened to her oral physics report. After another minute Elise began running her hand up and down his stomach, tracing his abs through his shirt as she concluded her report.

"So, how was it?" Having only listened to the main points and notations, his answer was a type of half truth.

[B]"Good. I'd revise that bit about Gravity being the ultimate joker though."[/b] Again he shot her a glance, smirking as he waited for her response.

"Why? Gravity's unidirectional - attractive only. There is no equal and opposite antigravity." Playfully, she pounded on his chest. She then rolled over exaggeratedly, pressing her bare chest against his stomach as she looked up into his eyes.

He simply raised his left brow, causing the twenty year old girl to absent-mindedly giggle as he issued his response.

 [B]"Because. I mean, while you can’t shield yourself off from gravity, it does drop off in intensity via the inverse square law relationship. Even though it dominates the entire universe; Holding stars, solar systems, galaxies, and even clusters of galaxies together. All we have to do to escape it is go into orbit and experience Zero-G.

Same goes for Entropy. Technically, local pockets of entropy can be reversed. At the expense of increasing entropy outside of that local pocket. Like, our lives and activities are one constant battle to try and reverse local entropy, but all that is at the expense of increasing entropy in the the cosmos. Cause no matter what, we're always expending our store of energy.

I'd say time's the ultimate joker. It’s unidirectional everywhere for everyone. Sure, rate-of-change can slow down for someone in high and constant acceleration and/or experiencing, or in the presence of, a very high gravitational environment. But the slowing down of time, is only from the perspective of someone looking on. The person in question would still note their own personal time ticking away at the usual rate. So once you consider Steven Hawkings' Chronology Protection Conjecture, you can only conclude that time can't be stopped or reversed. The universe doesn't allow it."[/b]

Elise sighed, loosing an "whatever" as she crawled up as to kiss his lips. He met her half way. For a while, that was how they remained, locked in passionate embrace. Each pulling the other closer as they lost themselves in a moment of bliss. With a final tug Avis then moved away, sitting up before gently setting her aside as to hop off of the bed. A worried look lined her face.

[B]"T'inquiète. I'm going for a drink."[/b] Noting her expression, he turned back as to kiss her forehead reassuringly before looking to her face. With a smile she nodded her head. Satisfied, Avis exited the room and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. As he opened the fridge, he glanced at his watch. A bit annoyed as its illuminative LCD screen began to flash and the watch ringingly beeped.

 A reminder that he was to go visit Dallas.

 For an instant, he was filled with both sadness and rage. He had known Dallas for years now, and despite having constantly butted heads with the man, Avis had come to cherish him as a true friend. Ergo, as he thought about what had happened to him, he couldn't help but feel a bit outraged. After a few seconds, the feeling passed.

Bending forward awkwardly, the teenager went on to scan the contents of the fridge, grunting in protest as his eyes moved from vegetable juices and sodas to water. Finally, after another glance, he smirked and grabbed up both a carton of milk and a lone vodka forty. He held the latter up as to look at it before glancing at the steps. The words "she would" leaving his lips as he shook his head idly. Opening the carton, he took a sip, shaking it in his hand as he realized it was less then half full. Placing it back on the counter, Avis then quickly poured a twelfth of the forty into the carton and returned the bottle to the fridge. 

He had only gotten half way towards the steps when Elise, in her usual impatience, called down. 

"Hey Avis!!!? Didn't you say you were going to visit Dallas today!? Can I come!?" He couldn't help smirking at her words. Albeit being shocked by her request, Avis let himself chuckle after her for a moment. Finding it ironic that the judgemental Elise Taylor would want to visit 'that punk'. 

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Seated upon an uncomfortably rigid hospital bench, Lancaster swore inwardly. His emerald eyes slits as he stared daggers at the door leading out into a hallway - or rather, the two employees standing behind it. Resenting the duo who blockaded his attempt to see Dallas as he idly fidgeted with his phone. Relentlessly turning it in his hand. All the while contemplating a newly futile plan of approach. He would have continued to sit there in silence as he had for half an hour, had it not been for the sudden opening of the waiting room's door. 

When the duo emerged from behind them, Avis wasted no time in springing to his feet. His jacket once again hugging his frame. Moving quickly, Avis arrived just as a nurse had been passing Dallas' room. Momentarily surprised by the dark skinned teen, who in his haste had nearly collided with her, the elderly brunette let out a yelp. Embarrassed, the shorter woman quickly scurried away. Hiding her face from an indifferent Avis as she went on her way. As he entered the room and caught his first glimpse of an unconscious Dallas, he felt his heart sink. Ignoring the unfamiliar girl to her left, the teen's face then unknowingly expressed his concerned disposition as he greeted the mother of his friend. 

[B]"Mrs. Robertson..."[/b] Despite his desire to comfort her, trepidation then filled him. Thus he couldn't find the words. Unable to properly relay the way he inwardly felt, he instead settled for the three words he knew she had been frequently asked. [B]"How is he?"[/b] She didn't speak, opting to instead gesture towards the bed, but her grim expression told all. There was no change. Lovingly, he briefly placed upon her shoulder an hand, which she touched.

Pseudo-lethargically, he then moved away, and, after taking a seat within one of the remaining chairs, his gazed focused about his friend. Fear stricken, Avis then remembered the first time he had ever sat next to someone restricted to a hospital.

[I]Gingerly, a young, afro bearing child of barely eight repeatedly poked at an older child's leg. The child in question, a Caucasian female roughly fifteen, giggled and playfully swatted away his finger. Her face full of joy despite the pain she must have felt as a result of her broken hip, arm and leg. Megan, Avis' semi-frequent baby sitter while his parents were out together, had been struck by a car. Though more vulgarly, Avis now said the same thing to Dallas he had to her back then.[/i] 

[B]"You look like shit."[/b] 

It was only after these words, and a pinch between the eyes, that Lancaster endeavored to acknowledge the Olive skinned teenager. Whom Mrs. Robertson had just finished addressing when he had first came in. Without rising from his chair, nor averting from Dallas his gaze, Avis issued a sort of informal greeting. Although he was sincere, his manner would've portrayed him as being stark. 

[B]"Avis, by the way. You a friend of Dee's?"[/b]