concoursec | PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

Character(s): ERRYBODY (who signed up! ...or who wants to come, just tag in guys s'all good)

Location: UP IN HERE (aka the beach in Galbadia)

Rating: THROUGH THE ROOF (G to R)

Open/Closed/Finished: OPEN LIKE A MINIBAR

Summary: BEACH PARTY

Three days of sun, sand, and complete, unbridled fun--that was what Kiden had advertised, and she'd delivered. The slice of bright blue beach Nida had found for them stretched on one side into cliffs and a cove on the other, sheltered enough to be easily defensible but open enough not to make them targets. If they felt like exploring, well, the wildlife wasn't too much of a hassle, and apparently the jungle is lovely?

They had tents, food and drinks (lots of drinks) and plenty of other interesting things to last for the next three days--and Kiden, for one, was planning to make the most of it.

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[ Do you know what's hard?

Trying to put on sunblock while you're half-drunk, half-sleep deprived and maybe had a bite of a 'special' brownie. I mean, on the one hand, the world is pretty awesome right now, but on the other, goddamn, this is tough.

Help a girl out. :|b ]

[Zephyr's usually one to avoid alcoholic drinks, but someone last night (read: Kiden) had managed to slip some of the stuff into his sodas. All of them. Having conked out from said alcohol, though, he's not as tired as Kiden, even if he's sporting a bigger headache.

He also has a brownie in his hands as he wanders over to where she is. It's not one of his own, though, seeing as having this bad of a headache is screwing around with his baking powers--everything keeps tasting weird. In any case, he takes a bite, doesn't notice how it's not one of Megan's, and points at the bottle of sunblock in Kiden's hands.]

Need help?

What's it look like?

[ Whiiiine. Passing him the bottle, tugging her knees up to her chest. ]

Do my back?

[He stuffs the rest of the brownie in his mouth and takes the bottle, squirting a generous amount on his hands.

He starts working his hands on her back as he chews, working in silence because, well, that is a big piece of brownie in his mouth right now.]

[ She's perfectly fine with quiet; she just lays her head on her knees and enjoys watching the sand sparkle, the buzz that hums in her head. ]

Make sure there's no like...white stuff. Residue.

[ Talking. Talking is tough. ]

Goffet.

[...Which is supposed to translate into "Got it" in the language of stuffed mouths.

He really doesn't need the reminder though. Zephyr's done a fair job of smoothing the lotion out over her back, and really, he's just running his hands over her skin for the hell of it now. It's something that doesn't really require any brainpower, and right now, he likes that idea.]

[ She's feeling pretty chill herself right about then, and she has nothing to complain concerning his hands on her back. She reaches up and lazily pulls her hair to one side, exposing her nape as a way to encourage massages. ]

...feels nice.

[He takes the hint and skates his hands further up her back, settling on her shoulders. Zephyr gives them a good squeeze and just works at them for a while, as if mesmerized.

Having finally swallowed down the last of his brownie, though, he mumbles the first thing that comes to mind.]

...You've got nice skin.

[It's the alcohol talking. Those drugs haven't quite kicked in yet.]

[ She humms gently in approval, head tilting all the way forward to hide her face in her knees.

His comment brings her back--somewhat--and she makes a slow, bleary noise before lifting her head to glance at him. A corner of her mouth tugs up in a smile, and she leans back against his hands, against him.

Her fingers take hold of his hands on her shoulders, and she brings them forward until his palms are on her knees. If she turns her head, her nose brushes against his jaw, at this angle. ]

You could do my legs, if you want.

[His reaction is a little delayed, but he still jerks awkwardly when her nose brushes against his skin.]

What, after you left me out to burn yesterday? You owe me a favor or two.

[There isn't exactly a whole lot of conviction in his words though.]

Well, I'd offer to return the favor, but...

[ She puts her hands on top of his, lightly drumming her fingertips on his knuckles. ] M'pretty comfy right now.

Yeah, I bet.

[Zephyr leans forward against her, his chest to her back, before resting his forehead against her head.]

Gotta say I don't feel like moving much either.

Hmm. Don't get too comfy.

[ Her voice is little more than a whisper, and for a moment she just doesn't move, letting them stay like that with his forehead nestled in her hair. Her skin, her body feels distant, like someone else is inhabiting it. She knows it's just the alcohol that's slow to wear off, but her brain doesn't seem to want to catch up.

Instead she gently turns, as if afraid to dislodge him, and she's so close her eyelash touches his jaw. He smells like ocean and sand and sweat, and his skin is softer than she would have thought. She pauses for a second, then tilts her head up to lay a kiss there, a dry brush of her lips near his ear, before she turns her body into his enough to be held, properly. Her head remains upturned, nose tickling the jawbone, and it's as much of an invitation as he's going to get. ]

[Just going to watch as she tries and fails to do this. Well, Joe doesn't exactly know what she's doing, but...

Still, it's a nice view. Especially after a few (maybe more than a few) drinks. And a bite of those special baked treats.

~~Hush. He's the 'straighter' part of the civil partnership.~~]

[ STILL TRYING. STILL FAILING. At least she has one arm done?

She's spotting a useful-looking dude-shaped thing. Hello there, person. ]

Hey, you. Over here.

[Useful dude-shaped thing? That's new. xDD

He doesn't seem all that startled by her calling him over, really. He was staring, after all. So he makes his way over.]

What?

[ Shoving the bottle at him and rolling over on her towel. ]

Do my back, guy.

[ Does he have a choice? Yes. Will she care if he doesn't? Unlikely. But still, she's in no spot to do it herself, so she might as well use the objects that present themselves! Namely dude-shaped things. ]

Your back...?

[He looks at the bottle in his hands. He's a little confused now.

He's never used sunblock. Or, at least they didn't have sunblock on the planet he's from.

He shrugs and empties some of the stuff into his hand. So she wants this stuff on her back. It's messy and he used too much, so he's doing a crap job, but that's because he has no idea what he's doing. But he's got nice, strong hands so she gets a bit of a massage?]

[ Kiden's too mellow right then to really care if he's doing it wrong, but eventually the sloppy wetness on her back makes her turn her head. She doesn't look annoyed--more confused. ]

The fuck are you doing?

[Fail. Oh yeah.]

Putting this stuff on your back. [Obviously.]

It's supposed to get absorbed, dumbass. It's not frosting.

[ Laying her face back in her arms. GOD JUST DO IT PROPERLY, GUY. ]

[He frowns. He doesn't know that. Aliens don't know that. And he's a little annoyed by her attitude.

But fine. Whatever. The booze and the spiked treats mellowed him out a little. Gonna attempt do this properly now.

It's going to take a while because he did go a bit overboard with the sunblock. Hey, free massage. Though, he keeps getting stuck at the tie of your top.]

[ Well, he looks human, how's she supposed to know he's an alien? But yeah, Kiden's kind of mean...hell, she's probably not even aware of being rude, right now. But hey, at least she's letting him rub her down?

She makes a happy humming noise. ]

Keep doing that...S'nice.

[ Helps that he isn't ugly, either. ]

M'Kiden.

[In normal circumstances, Joe is a jerk, and would've probably just left her because she was being rude. This time, however, he's not really in his "correct" state of mind. It probably wasn't the booze, but those "special" brownies he'd been nibbling on that mellowed him out. Well, maybe the booze played a little part in it too.

So he continues to rub the lotion into her back. Well, whatever the point of this was, he didn't seem to mind it-- though, that small hum of approval did send a smirk straight to his lips.

He assumed that was her name that she mumbled.]

Joe.

[ They can be jerk bros, it'll be great. Kiden sluggishly grins up at him over her shoulder. ]

Not bad with your hands, Joe.

[ Free massage, who doesn't like that? ]

i don't fucking need a title. fuck titles.

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