PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

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]

[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.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[YEAH YOU REALLY DID THAT ASSHOLE keeping herself from having to make expressions and/or look at him by brushing the sand off her arms]

Yes, well. There you go.

[tortileghostwriter]

I.

... ah.

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[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

That sounds about right, yes. Now what we were discussing before? [CAN THIS BE IGNORED LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED? ROSE IS WILLING TO FIND OUT]

[tortileghostwriter]

[he'd love to ignore it, really, but right now the idea and the fact she's trying it kind of hurts. and how does david deal with negative shit? bottle it up and/or get angry. He's just going to fix the positioning of his shades, stand up, put on a practiced sort of...slight frown, and turn back to his synths and pull the headphones back on, one ear uncovered.]

Nothing of consequence.

[dismissive.

yeah he'll ignore it, even if he doesn't like the idea much. and even if he doesn't like the fact that he doesn't like the idea of ignoring it. act like it never happened? less likely.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Then I suppose that I should go see if there's anything salvageable about my hair or this swimsuit. Thank you for forcing that to be a concern of mine, by the way.

[she stands as well, angled a little away from him and still brushing at stray patches of sand on her shoulders. Rose feels like she's made a misstep despite apparently sidestepping everything, and she likes that about as much as she's liked anything she's been feeling in the past few minutes.

this beach party was a bad idea. she really should have learned her lesson from the last social gathering she went to.]

[tortileghostwriter]

You're very welcome. You need only ask in the future if the need arises.

[tone forced flat and even. not looking up from his equipment at all.

life is hard.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to take you up on that should I ever find another suit I'm equally fond of. Good night.

[and with that she leaves, posture ramrod straight and step quick.

it's hard and Rose doesn't really want to understand.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[when he's sure she's gone, he slams his fist down on the table.

well at least that's mutual.]

[coolsprite.livejournal.com]

[ floating over to david with an orange creamsicle in hand HEY GUYS I'M FASHIONABLY LATE TO THE PARTY ]

What's up with you?

[ BEST TIME TO COME IN AMIRITE? ]

[tortileghostwriter]

[adjusting the bass slider a bit, not looking up.]

A briar came to pierce my side for a few moments and then left again. Nothing that you need to concern yourself over.

[does not want to talk about it.]

[coolsprite.livejournal.com]

Huh. [ blink ] Okay, whatever.

[ A pause. ] What's this song?

[tortileghostwriter]

The answer to that would be...

[...shit he recognizes it fuck why is it that...]

... Rose of Jericho.