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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 4:32 pm
It was summer, glorious summer. Which meant that Zoe was on the beach. That wasn't really that unusual. The girl practically lived there, the majority of her possessions fit int one military style duffel bag, and her violin case. The only exception was her surf board, which was housed by the very kind owner of the little snack shack settled right up on the board walk so hungry beach goers could get some fries and maybe a shake. The owner was a kind old surfer himself who understood the need to keep ones board safe, so he let her keep hers there, and as a thank you on occasion she brought him brownies.
She had surfed and splashed around, but it was now the hottest part of the afternoon, and parents just getting off of work had brought their children to the beach, the water now peppered with the bobbing heads of splashing humans, and really while zoe liked to share, it was getting a little crowded.
So the teen had flounced back up to the shack with her board, clad in a bikini that was probably honestly a size to small in the chest area - but its not like she could really afford a new one - and dripping wet with sea water, and sliding her surge board back into the little storage shed on the side of the shack before slinking back around to the front where there were patrons getting their snacks and drinks. " Jason you should be a dear and give me a soda because I'm your favorite person. " She said with a grin, her accent making the words roll out of her mouth. The shop owner gave a snort and continued about his business, but zoe would get her boots he would come back around with a soda. She grinned and let her eyes slide to the rest of the people along the front of the food bar, some on stools, some at the little picnic tables in the sand on the far side of the building.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 4:37 pm
He had taken a vacation from all jobs ever. He was going to enjoy his summer, damn it, or he was going to murder someone. Ashton was in need of a good bout of sun, swimming, and sleeping on a blanket on the beach with the ocean as a lullaby. He planned on staying the entire night here.
So he had food, entertainment, a car he could sleep in, and sun screen. Hey, sun burn, sun poison, and all that was a serious threat, okay?
Parking his car on the more packed sand, Ashton piled out of his beat up car and just stretched his arms above his head, wife beater riding up to show unmarked skin. His hair was up in a high ponytail and just teasing the man's upper shoulder blades. Shades were on his almost glowing eyes. All in all it looked like he was ready to just chill out and relax. He grabbed a huge bag and an umbrella and went to go claim a spot.
After getting set up, he went back to his truck for the cooler and hauled it over before flopping down. He hadn't realized how close he was to the shack, but that was probably not a bad thing. Pulling his shirt off and grabbing an unmarked bottle of something, Ashton turned on his radio and just settled down for a nice time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 4:57 pm
Zoe was lounging against the side of the bar, she watched with curious blue eyes as an old beater car pulled up to the beach, and out rolled a delicious little example of humanity.
Jason, the gruff but sweet shack owner kept about his business, plunking down a paper to-go cup of soda down beside Zoe without a word as he kept on working. Zoe scooped it up, turning her head to blow a kiss at Jason who grumbled and kept working, before turning to watching her current beach eye candy. She sipped on the straw, watching as he unloaded his belongings, and watched with great appreciation as he pulled up his shirt and slathered himself with what she assumed was sun block. Anyone watching Zoe would probably have the impression of a feline trying to figure out if this particular Birdy was a canary or a hawk. Oh well, one would never find out until the poked at it! Oh and look at that, he was close enough to the little beach umbrella she had liberated from one of the picnic tablets, which had her duffel bag and flipflops on an old threadbare beach towel. How convenient.
She had only been out of the water for a few moments, just long enough to chuck her surf board into its safe home really, so she was still dripping wet. So she went back to her towel and flopped down, laying on her side eyeballing the cutey who was currently slathering himself from the stuff from the bottle.
" You need someone to get your back, sugar? " She propped her head up on her arm, watching him with a grin.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 5:30 pm
Just as he took a swig of his drink, taking a break from applying sunscreen, a voice floated to his ears and he just kept from physically cringing. He glanced up at the offending person attached to the voice who violated his quiet time from behind his sun glasses and gave her a fairly unimpressed look. "No. I'm fine." He didn't like people touching him unless it was a make up artist. He was getting paid for that, after all. Sighing slowly, he just grabbed the bottle back up and started applying it to his legs. "Thanks, though, I guess?" Ashton wasn't really sure if he should be thinking this girl who appeared out of no where, but whatever. But then he got a load of her chest. Yeah, he was a guy, he was going to look. She didn't look much bigger than himself, height wise, so her chest was unbelievably not proportional to her..... Lucky for him, anyway. "Do you always walk up to strangers and ask to touch them before even introducing yourself?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 7:09 pm
" Don't mention it, sugar " She seemed unphased by his unimpressed look. It just made this so much more interesting. There was a certain charm about shy boys who tripped up all over themselves, but it got boring after a while.
Zoe seemed to think about it, thought she still watched him " Mmm, only sometimes. You are sort if in an informal setting, names don't always come first. " She really was curious how he was going to get his back.
Oooooh maybe he was bendy.
He had sunglasses's on, but there was a sudden stillness that wold come over a man when he was eyeballing a girls chest... and when you had tatas like Zoe did you tended to learn that look pretty quick. Outwardly she didn't change much, but internally she was grinning like a cheshire cat.
" So if I tell you my name should I offer to touch you again and see if the answer is different? " She sounded genuinely curious.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 8:49 pm
He pushed his sunglasses up and then sighed as before taking them off because it was really annoying to keep sliding them up right now. Orange eyes squinted at her and Ashton snorted. "Look, sweetie. You're just... Nevermind." He sighed and shook his head.
"I'm Ashton and no, I don't need help from a random stranger." He wouldn't get his back. He'd put on a shirt when he went swimming and then take it off when he was getting ready to read. Or he'd figure out a way to get his back. He could if he really tried, by himself. That'd be easy. "So basically, no. No matter if you tell me your name or not, the answer is no. It's still rude to come up to someone and talk to them without an introduction."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:09 pm
Oh he was prickly, how cute.
" Pleasure to meet you Ashton, I'm Zoe " She shifted a little bit so she was laying flat on her stomach, letting her back soak up the heat from the sun, her head pillowed on her crossed forearms.
" Oh see now here I was thinking I was being sweet trying to keep you from getting all crispy-toasty on one side. Must be one of those famous cultural differences you always here about. " Which was complete bullshit, she had been in america almost all of her life, but sometimes she played up her accent just a little bit and could get away with things.
" And I am most certainly not a random stranger. I am the stranger you set up camp next to, which means at least temporarily we are neighbors, sugar." She snuggled down onto her towel a little bit as if to prove her point. But in all honesty she was antsy to get back in the water, is only some of the bodies would clear out of the water, she was sure there would be some wonderful waves this evening. Its not like she exactly left once the sun started to go down, but having light was always good thing.
She turned her head and was surveying his stuff appraisingly. He didn't seem to be a surfer, at least she saw no evidence of a board, and thank god she didn't see any monstrosities like pool noodles. Maybe he just liked to suntan? He had a wonderfully chocolatey cast to his skin that she guessed was probably more genetics then sun-exposure, so maybe he just like to spilsh and splash a little bit. Curious for a grown man.
Before she knew it Jason was stomping through the sand with a tray of some fries and hush-puppies, grumbling about how he knew she hadent eaten yet, and then started stomping off like a big ol grizzybear. Zoe grinned at him and said thanks, as he paused and looked at Ashton
" Your friend? " He rumbled?
" Mmmm, Yes. But sometimes it feels like we just met " Jason gave her an odd look like he sometimes clearly didn't understand teenagers, and he plunked down the other tray of fries and hush-puppies in front of Ashton, and then went back to work.
" Jason means well " She said, giving Ashton a wink and popping a fry into her mouth.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 11:42 pm
"Was it so hard to give your name?" He asked, snorting hard. Zoe. What a common name. Ashton just hunkered down where he was and worked his jaw. She was... annoying. A very annoying woman who think she could just walk right up to him and he would entertain her. She was self-important. Ugh. At least he was more famous than she was. He rolled his orange eyes behind his glasses and then cleared his throat as he grabbed hold of his unmarked drink and downed a swig of it. He shivered and was just about to relax when someone else came up toward him. What the junk? What was this, make him as uncomfortable as possible day? HE squinted at the pair and growled a little more before he watched Jason leave. "Whatever." He shifted to put some lotion in his hands and then twisted his arms behind his back and slowly started to coat it. He didn't dislocate his shoulders or anything, he was just thin enough he could touch his whole back with his arms. Everyone could, right? It was a common thing? Like women hooking their own bras in the back. He'd seen many female models do that. Moving might be a good idea...
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 11:58 pm
" Mmmm, no, not difficult, but Ive never met someone who is such a stickler for formalities, particularly when they are half undressed. " She said in a curious tone. He looked like a kitty cat who had been stroked the wrong direction and was now miffed its fur was messed up. She gave a half shrug " Usually greetings are " Over here, sunglasses " or " Watch out for the volley-ball, dumbass " Clearly this sweet boy did not spend much time at the beach.
If she could have heard his inner dialog, she would have snorted with laughter. Something he would come to learn very quickly, is zoe didn't give a s**t about who anyone was. She did what she wanted, she talked or didn't talk to who she wanted, and something such as fame did little to nothing to curb any of her mannerisms. The Zoe you saw was the Zoe you got, no matter who the hell you were.
So, as it was, she just laid down on the beach, sipping her soda from its straw, and watched him be all... oh yes he was bendy. Delightful.
" Just be carefully who you whatever, Jason is the grizzly eyebrow overload of the beach. You snarf at him and you wont be able to buy a pack of M&M's from a vending machine without someone eyeballing you... But if your nice, you get french fries. " As if to punctuate her sentence, she popped one into her mouth. She continued to lounged and was quiet for a moment.
" I bet you don't surf. You should surf, you have the right body for it. "
She said, with a nod, sipping her soda again. " Aerodynamic but with a strong core. " She thought about it " I have a board that's the right size for you, Ill teach you if you'd like ' She grinned like the Cheshire cat " Free of charge. "
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 12:05 am
"I wouldn't buy anything at the beach anyway." He ignored the whole greetings bit he got from her. Zoe. He rolled his eyes a bit more and then settled back again, drink in hand. Taking yet another swig from it, Ashton soaked up the sun and the silence like a sponge soaked up water. It was a good environment. Sure, he expected people to be talking. But to him? Never. No one approached him He wasn't used to that at all. In all honesty, he wasn't sure he cared for it. Maybe next time I need to get my agent to just book me a spot on a beach somewhere else. Not that she would. She would tell him that since he was so new, there was no time for breaks. That he would have to pay his dues and just get along like everyone else; without a summer vacation. Then all of a sudden, she started jawing on about surfing. "No." It was as simple as that. He wasn't going to risk damaging his face.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 12:24 am
Oh Noooo, he was one of THOSE beach goers. The driftwood. The sunbather. THE LUMP IN THE SAND. How tragic. Oh but he was pretty so maybe she could get passed it.
Not exactly surprising, she really didn't expect him to want to. " Its ok, most smaller guys are daunted by the idea of trying a sport usually reserved for bigger broad-shouldery types. " She popped another french fry in her mouth " Let alone to be taught by an equally small girl. " She leaned over and whispered dramatically " I.M.O smaller surfers are better. We're less likely to topple when we are tubed " She said with a sage nod, like it was the most important knowledge anyone had ever bestowed on him.
She wondered if he would take the bait. Probably not. He was a stoic little grumpkin.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 2:18 am
No, he wouldn't be goaded into going surfing. If he wanted to learn, it'd be on his own time. He did squint at her behind his glasses at the 'smaller' comment, feeling himself bristling. Slowly he sat up and stared at her. "Look, Zoe. I'm not going surfing. I don't want to be shark food. I'd rather risk jelly fish stinging me than possibly missing an arm or a leg. ...Or worse. I need my limbs. So just kindly leave me alone and let me sun bathe." With that, he picked up the bottle again and took a hard swig. Ashton's throat burned and he grimaced, but it did the trick.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 4:11 am
Zoe quirked an eyebrow and watched him. Oh yes, she had definitely hit a nerve, like dunking a kitty into a bucket of ice water. She could see his body language tense. Ooooh, maybe she should leave him a long for a little while... it did seem like the surf was clearing a bit... She considered silently for a moment, watching him with a knowing gaze as he took a drink out of his bottle.
Oh man, cutey meant business.
" Okay okay. I agree, it would be a shame for you to lose a limb.. but if you ever do see a shark, remember, punch him in the nose " She said, half jokingly. She wouldn't ruin his dreams by telling him he was more likely to get bitten by a shark in the shorter.
" You sunbathe, sugar... but you ever change your mind about riding the board, I'm here for you " And she plucked up her board, and strolled back to the water, blowing the cranky kitty man an almost sarcastic kiss over her shoulder. If he had been listening quietly, he might have even heard her say shark-bait-ooh-ha-ha under her breath.
*SOME HOURS LATER*
She sun was starting to set, and after several hours of surfing quite a few superb waves. Her body was sore, but filled with a languid piece that only came after serious physical activity.
She strolled back to her blanket, letting her board fall into the sand and stretching her arms over her head and flopping down onto her blanket, trying her best to stay out of the way for the workers at the little restaurant, who were hauling over wood and trying to get their little beach bone fire ( which they did every weekend during the summer ) ready to go. She flopped her head over to the side, wondering if her grumpy neighbor was still grumpy or if he had drank his way into oblivion.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 4:34 am
Ah, the quiet bliss. The dumb blue-haired girl was surfing, leaving him to drinking, reading, and chowing down on the food he packed for himself. Which, he did. Of course the trash went back in the cooler. He rooted around in said cooler now, pulling out a beer now that he was done with the bottle of harder liquor he brought with him. How he got all the booze? Well... Fake IDs were absolutely glorious, weren't they? Either way, his hair was down around him now, or part of the way. It was falling off of him. He was a shade darker from tanning, already, which he hummed at and slathered lotion on himself every hour to hour and a half, depending on if he had napped or not. Needless to say, all by himself, Ashton was having a hell of a good tie at this beach shindig. When the blue haired girl came back, he cracked open the beer he dug out and took a sip of the foamy thing and then settled back with a sigh. "...You may have looked good out there." His words were slightly slurred, sort of like he had a thick tongue.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 5:24 am
Zoe was stretching on her blanket like a sleepy feline when Ashton spoke. She paused and looked over at him, offering a content smile, her head propped on her folded beach towel.
Oh man, was cutey wasted.
" Mmm, thank you. You aren't looking so bad yourself. " And it was true, Sometimes if surfing is your pass time, you just have to sit on your board, waiting and waiting for a wave. There isn't much to do other than watch people. And her slender little "neighbor" roasting himself in the sun like some sort of yummy treat. And she had also noticed he always had a beverage in hand. Until just now she had assumed he had been nursing the same can, maybe two. She still wasn't sure what was in the bottle, but it had certainly done whatever he had intended it to do.
Which explained the slurred speech, but he certainly did seem to be much friendlier. Was her grumpy-cat a friendly drunk?
" You going to snuggle up with me and keep me company during the bon-fire? " He looked quite comfy, and like he had no intention of going anywhere. " Its not as big as he big bon-fire party they do every year, but its still fun. It gets cold at night, once the sun goes down, but the fire is still satisfying " She flicked her eyes to the pile of wood that was being crafted. She was teasing him a little bit, he had been so stand-off-ish earlier today, that while flirting, she was also poking at him a little.
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