December 23, 2363

The woman from the ticket lotto line did indeed convince Blue to come back to NYC to buy her a drink. Blue had asked Travis and I to follow along, but we ended up wandering off and leaving the two of them to alone not too long after we arrived. Blue's date was named Trish, I'd somehow missed her name the first time we encountered her. A tiny little Blond thing, apparently a thespian herself. I can only assume that she took him back to her place to enjoy his company. Despite her small size, I got the impression she could keep up with him well enough.

Travis and I enjoyed a good fuck in Central Park, then headed home. We expect Blue to return this evening, but we'll likely contact him if he doesn't check in by early afternoon.

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