PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

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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.

Comments

[tortileghostwriter]

[yeah, well. Strider was sent back. that calls for alcohol in his case. it was a conscious move, though likely an ill-advised one in hindsight.]

Well, if you're going to talk the talk, you've got to back it all up. Care to walk the walk?

[dear god he's spouting twisted and re-spun Poe lyrics. but what he means to say is COME AT ME BRO.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I would, but I'm not sure you could hobble after me. [hahaha bring it you booze-addled boy. Rose is not afraid.]

[tortileghostwriter]

['kay fine have it your way.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[ok so, somewhere in the tiny corner Rose reserves for being honest with herself she's admitting that when she goaded him for a second round she didn't expect that to be more kissing. in the real world, though? the pause between contact and her reaction isn't because she was startled, it was because she was planning her next brilliant move.

that is her story and she's sticking to it. fight her.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[sure okay. and what would that next brilliant move be?

also he intends to.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[she supposes...kissing back is an ok thing to do. not because she wants to, or is enjoying it, or anything silly like that. it's because he started it and it's her job as a lady to finish it.

you will not rip this fragile and hastily constructed alibi away from her so help her god]

[tortileghostwriter]

[....okay fine let's roll with that sure why not.

and what would you do about it if he did]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[it's not like you've got any better ideas, ok.

...something. something horrible. that's what.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[he isn't exactly about to complain about this being your plan of action.

also, very intimidating. quaking in my oh wait i'm not wearing shoes.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[you're a horrible influence and should be ashamed of yourself.

man fuck you.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[as long as you acknowledge that you're a horrible influence in return. Oh, how you've affected him! Should we count all the hollow ways?

get in line.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[what are you talking about she's a saint in comparison. it's just silly to think otherwise.

soon.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[But keep in mind my darling, not every saint is a fool! but yeah sure okay. you've certainly influenced him less than that other plant-themed shrew who always talks to him. HOW COINCIDENTAL.....

/steeples fingers]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[don't even go there. don't you even go there.

/points at eyes

/points at you]

[tortileghostwriter]

[haven't the slightest what you could mean. rose, yggdrasil. yggdrasil, rose. have you two met

/blithe smile]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[NOT OK

gonna get youuuuuu. when you're least expecting it. vengeance will be sweet.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[the most ok.

yeah but he's faster than you.

anyway totally feel free to ignore that hand in your hair.

and possibly ignore that he's being a fair bit less aggressive.

alternatively, blame the alcohol for the latter.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[slow and steady wins the race, bro. you ain't got shit on a dedicated grudge-holder.

she'd love to, really, but it's kind of a noticeable thing. Rose is also finding that she's not exactly adverse to it. the opposite, actually. and that's absolutely terrifying.

it may be time to cut her losses and run with this.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[please. you're talking to the best in grudge-holding.

what was that about it being easier to bury alien feelings when in possession of all your faculties?]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[actually she's talking to you. speaking with the best in grudge-holding would be a lopsided conversation with herself.

haha. ha. aren't we just full of wit and verve tonight.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[keep telling yourself that.

like oscar wilde tonight.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[it's only the truth.

I can't wait for you to be sentenced to hard labor in Australia then.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[no it is not.

rude.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[yes it is so.

you brought it on yourself. although if you'd like rude, Rose deciding that getting a handle on herself is more important than backing up her statements and breaking the kiss probably qualifies.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[nope not in the slightest.

have some uh. blinking and a barely concealed "oh god did I really just do that" sort of look.]