Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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IS NOW HERE

[redcinemareel]

[Grell definitely brings a gift. It's merely a book about the fish of this world. It has lots of pictures and information, and Grell may have thumbed through it already, just to make sure it was good enough for Namur. Don't worry, it is.

She sets it with the other gifts, sporting the only bathing suit she owns. Surprising, since Grell is a clothes whore. They don't often go to the beach, so why bother with so many swimsuits? Besides, this one is quite special, despite how she had to sew up a hole or two.]

[not not here and definitely not glancing over from some emo corner of the beach]

[thatched]

[Damnit. Why did she have to look cute in that. Not fair]

[NAH YOU ARE TOTALLY THERE.]

[fierybluebird]

[Marco sneaks up on Thatch and smirks lazily. He knows that look. And grabs a seat next to him.]

She wore that when we went to get the Siren. Let me tell you, it was hard as hell focusing on fighting, eh?

[lies and slander]

[thatched]

I don't doubt. [drinking a bottle of rum does not constitute as pouting. Shut up] Shouldn't you go back to her?

[Never]

[fierybluebird]

No. I was hoping to send you her way. [Nudges his shoulder.]

It's about time you stopped avoiding her, don't you think?

[thatched]

Was planning to do it the rest of my life thanks for asking.

[another long sip of rum]

[fierybluebird]

You know you can't though. [Oh yay! So we're substituting sex for drinking? Marco can get behind this. It makes it easier to figure out what's bothering Thatch at least. Not that there aren't a million things bothering him. He's kind of like a giant bundle of knots as of late, and one must be undone at a time.]

Like a bee to a rose, you'll go buzzing her way eventually. Might as well see if you can get to the nectar without risking the thorns, eh?

[thatched]

...[That is a bit too complicated a metaphor for him to be dealing with right now] Did you just ask me to eat her out?

1/? IDK WHAT THE FUCK THATCH

[fierybluebird]

[Whut.]

2/?

[fierybluebird]

[WHAT?!]

3/?

[fierybluebird]

[There's sort of a prickling rage going up his spine and enough haki to level a fucking mountain right now.]

4/?

[fierybluebird]

[GOOD LORD. If it wasn't Thatch, his father, or NO THAT IS IT. ANYONE ELSE WOULD BE MURDERED ON THE SPOT!]

[Even Ace would be half-killed.]

5/?

[fierybluebird]

[All right, all right, surely he heard that wrong.]

[SURE, Marco was bad with human conventions, or human anythings and Thatch knew that most of everyone in the universe, BUT SURELY HE HEARD HIM WRONG.]

Please say I heard you wrong.

Please tell me I heard you wrong! [He's even slipping into phoenix. Okay this is not going to be pretty.]

6/?

[fierybluebird]

[Punches Thatch between the eyes, because even if he DID hear him wrong, Marco has decided his best friend and bro had it coming.]

TELL ME I HEARD YOU WRONG!

7/?

[fierybluebird]

Because even drunk off your ass--

[Back to phoenix again.] You would surely not suggest that I would ask that of someone else!

8/?

[fierybluebird]

[TACKLES AND SITS ON HIS CHEST WITH HIS HAND AROUND THATCH'S THROAT. Don't worry, there's no pressure or squeezing, it's just unfortunately inescapable.]

I don't know if you were already thinking of it, or you just think I'm that fucking dense --

9/12

[fierybluebird]

But you are god damned lucky I love you. You fucking idiot.

[Oh he's mad though. He's really mad. Like murder anyone else who comes near mad.]

[Give him a bit.]

10/12

[fierybluebird]

[Closes his eyes. Takes a few deep breaths.]

11/13 instead HE IS STILL GOING

[fierybluebird]

Fuck Thatch... just... fuck.

[of course he isn't!]

[redcinemareel]

[Because she's that fabulous.

Satisfied that her present will be seen from the others (as it's wrapped in a red ribbon), Grell turns to walk towards the open bar to get a drink, and spots a lonely and familiar figure far off from the festivities. Why is he sitting all the way over there?

Of course, she walks over to him in her cute bathing suit~ before standing at an arm's length from him.]

There's much merriment to be had, and yet you're here?

[thatched]

Oh it's you. [not that he was looking] Go away, woman, I'm trying to dislike you intensely. [the rum was not helping]

[redcinemareel]

...excuse you? [R U D E] It will take more than that to get rid of me.

[thatched]

Care to tell me what would work? Always open for suggestions.

[redcinemareel]

Sorry, I have nothing to trade this day, and neither do you, it seems. [So, she'll just sit down next to him.]

[thatched]

Oh shut up. Don't mock me. You got what you wanted from that, didn't you? [which nakama shouldn't have to to begin with but there's no use going down that road] Go bother someone else.