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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:49 pm
Jerry had slunk off with mixed emotions about leaving Sasha and Rin alone together.
Sasha was too tired. She needed something nice to drink. But unfortunately, Jerry was broke and without the flair Rep seemed to have for getting free drinks.
She shouldn't anyway.
It would just start things all over again and she'd probably get in trouble.
But it had been a long day and dammit....
Looking about to cry, she simply hovered by the bar, staring like a dog watching a plate of hot dogs.
Maybe some guy would... feel sorry for her? But.... no he didn't have the heart to fake being a floozy... godgodgodgod just one sip...
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:29 pm
Rin tucked her arms behind her head and stared up at clouds. Real honest to goodness clouds and smiled, "Hey Sasha, what're you gunna do now? Like, once you're promoted and s**t, with the added freedom I mean?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:41 pm
Sasha stretched in the sand, glancing after Jerry through narrowed eyes.
If he was lucky, nobody would want to buy drinks for a hobo-looking scarred broad. Sasha slowly turned her attention to Rin.
"I'm not sure. I want to focus on my work in the labs, most of all. A vacation first, though. A whole two days of nothing but rest and relaxation. I don't know. I kind of just want some... me time. Get my head on right before coming back and really um. Just.. buckling down in the labs."
She sighed softly.
"What about you?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:44 pm
A shadow suddenly joined Jerry's, slightly shorter even with his new female body, and from behind him Petra suddenly stepped up next to him, blue eyes lifting slightly to glance at him. She was completely wet and smelled of salt, although blessedly completely devoid of sand and watermelon innards as well, navy blue bikini clinging to her body, white hair and pale skin dripping wet from a dip in the ocean. The former clung to her face and neck in wet strands, a little tussled from fingers run through it haphazardly, although if it bothered her, she didn't give much indication. More importantly, however, was the tropical orange drink in her hand, complete with mango, pineapple and a little umbrella for garnish alcohol and citrus wafting aromatically. This she held out to him, one eyebrow quirked just slightly, questioningly, not quite asking but allowing him the chance to explain his sad look, if he felt inclined. If not, he at least looked like he needed the drink.
As if to accentuate this fact, Petra lifted the other drink -- another sapphire blue one, like the one she had had before the monster had ruined the mood -- taking a sip from the glass idly before turning her face to the sun.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:44 pm
"You won't be sorry," Harrison said, grinning. "Let me get Rep first."
He folded his legs, squirting a blob of lotion onto his hands. "Shut your eyes," he told Rep.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:48 pm
Anyone else, he might have objected, even drunk, to being told what to do. With Harrison though, he didn't have the wits to argue.
"Its like the ice pack all over again." he wasn't even sure what he was implying.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:51 pm
Sasha's hypothesis had been right. No matter how big his breasts were, no one wanted to buy a drink for a gimpy girl with a cane and a turtle-shell's worth of burn scars that climbed out from the unfortunately open back of her swim suit to sit on her face like a clinging rot. Jerry's dim look turned to the source of the shadow, eyes widening and nearly tearing up at the sight of the offered drink. "P-p-petra!! Oh my goodness you are just... oh dear lord I can't even begin to where did you oh thank god-" She babbled, snatching up the drink reverently like a rare and precious thing. Hesitantly, she took a sip, goosebumps spreading over her bite-mark scarred and still sandy-and-watermelony arms, and indeed, her eyes did begin to water, "If... if anyone asks," She hissed urgently, reaching to grab Petra by the wrist pointedly, "This is virgin, okay? You are a life saver, you have no idea."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:53 pm
"Are you still showing the Doctor the best coffee in the world comes from Sasha?" Rin looked thoughtful at Sasha's plans, "I... guess that's for the best," she figured this was similar to why she scolded her just moments ago.
Too familiar perhaps? She was still uncertain but at least she could understand a need to be alone.
"I dunno... I had plans but...," they kinda included girl time, "...I may have to change them a bit to reflect certain changes. Maybe I can just go shopping and invest in some things to help me in the lab. Like gloves? I don't know."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:56 pm
Looking at Alister, Marcus smiled a bit. "If you could find Midol, I'd owe you." Cass was getting cuddly, and while normally it never seemed like a good idea? having her drunk might help. While she looked away, he casually poured some of his drink into her own, the alcohol not melting to much ice.
"Er, never mind. Enjoy the beach. Go get a drink. I don't think they give a s**t about IDs." Smiling back at Cass, he finally kissed her.
On the forehead. No lesbian time yet.
"Mmm, maybe we should have planned the wedding on the beach. It's nice here." A drink and, "would make a good honeymoon, monsters aside."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:06 pm
One of the men watching the duo actually snapped when the kiss was only on Cass's forehead. Cass laughed a bit before she took another sip of her slurpee. Mmmm, cherry. Cherry was a good flavor. It kinda went with everything.
Perhaps better than Marcus had accounted for, as Cass paused only once to give her drink a suspicious look, before she took another swig.
And another swig.
"mmMmmweddin' on the beach? But then my dress'd get allLlll covered in saannndddddd." Cass replied, giving Marcus a really sad look. "'sides, I wanna see France. I heard it's pretty. And then we'll go somewhere with a beach. Howzzat sound?" she leaned against the moon hunter, leaning her head onto his shoulder with a dreamy sigh, free hand reaching over to squeeze his/her butt.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:11 pm
Jerry's happy look pacified the Death hunter, her questioning expression smoothing into a look of quiet enjoyment. The tears collecting in the corners of the sun hunter's eyes brought a mild tinge of concern, but the babbled thanks quelled her fears of something truly wrong, and in the end she chalked it up to relief. Letting go of the glass as soon as she was sure 'she' had a good grip of it, Petra let her eyes linger on him as he took a sip, allowing herself to look momentarily amused as he so clearly savored it, lifting her own drink to her lips once more. The glass, however, made it all the way to her lips -- blinking slightly in surprise, the fingers around her wrist along with the urgent undertone jarred her a little, curiosity momentarily piqued again. Virgin? She was positive Jerry had no reason to worry about being carded, -- not that any of them would be able to provide identification if they were, especially the normally-men -- positive that he was over twenty-one. In fact, at a mere twenty years old, if she wasn't a hunter it would have been she who should have been concerned. This bewilderment reflected strongly in her eyes, and the Death hunter gave him a slow blink before shrugging a little, the corners of her lips curling upward in a mostly-careless smile.
"So is mine," she lied, giving him a knowing look. Then, mostly to be polite, she glanced down at his leg, eyeing the cane with mild interest, "How is your leg?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:19 pm
"Getting better, I think," Jerry murmured between gulps. She glanced carefully back towards the beach again, scouring to see if Sasha was watching- she wasn't. Oh, he wanted to savor it, to lounge and sip and enjoy it, since he probably wouldn't be getting another one, but after everything... The melons, the melons, Sasha's anxiety over the mission, he needed something, anything to calm his nerves.
She sighed, pressing a palm to her temple as a brain freeze threatened, "I really shouldn't, they think I'm an alcoholic," She scoffed with a snort, "I just.. I don't see the harm when everyone else is drinking! I mean... yeah, raiding that house and, sure... the yeti incident, those were stupid, but pffft. Sasha got... got so mad when she heard I drank at Marcus's bachelor party. It was a bachelor party! In Vegas! What was I supposed to do? Be the... the one twit there drinking cranberry juice? It's been a shitty day." He pulled off the slice of pineapple on the edge of the glass, blissfully taking a bite as she sank onto a stool in a rather un-lady-like position, "I needed this. You're a good friend, Pet."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:26 pm
"Of course," Sasha smiled, folding her arms behind her head. The sun was drying melon juice and yuck to her skin, but Sasha was feeling like a cat in a sunbeam at the moment.
Who knew what would come at them next?
She turned her gaze towards the bar, but couldn't see Jerry. Sasha pursed her lips.
"I was supposed to go on a trip with Jerry but.. I don't know. I'm just. Wrung out."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:26 pm
Harrison patted some on Rep's face, making sure to get his nose and ears. "Don't talk so much, you're going to get it in your mouth."
He rubbed it in, until the white disappeared, then moved along down his neck and shoulders.
The damage had been done, mostly, but at least he could make sure Rep didn't turn...weirder colors than red. And hopefully Tracey would help him heal up.
The legs he took more time with, propping one heel up into his lap and massaging his feet and calves, working out some of the day's tension while he worked in the suntan lotion.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:35 pm
"Wrung out? Is it something I did?" Rin turned her head offering Sasha an apologetic look, "I'll be honest with you. I still don't know what I did to deserve... ... well.. I'll ask another time, I don't wanna ruin this. It's... nice without the melons versus melons."
She settled back down with a lazy sigh, "People are so confusing."
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