[open] gotta get down on...saturday

[littlecousin]

Characters: OPEN
Date: 9/7, early afternoon through night
Location: shell edge somewhere
Situation: impromptu partay
Warnings/Rating: warn in individual threads, if necessary

This is a party. Kara had the idea and Nita managed the execution. With some Green Lantern help (the universe's most powerful weapon? great for transporting buffet tables and tiki torches) a section of "beach" has been set up with snacks, a surprisingly good bar, deck chairs, and various pool toys--where Nita came by an inflatable horsey ring is anyone's guess.

As it gets closer to evening, the grill is lit and heartier foods are available, though the selection runs rather heavily to fish, since the ocean is right there and nothing can outswim either of your hostesses. That said, you owe it to yourself to try the grilled pineapple.

Anyway, you know what to do.

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Stiles | Open

[skybluejeep]

[Stiles has on swimming trunks! ...And a t-shirt to cover up the rest of his body. Considering that the wolves he hangs out with seem to have zero problem baring their bodies, Stiles still lags behind in that respect. Hm.

He's hiding under a shady tree, because one does not maintain such flawless porcelain skin by spending too much time in the sun. (He turns into a lobster when he's not careful. Also, skin cancer. No.) And he's sipping on a fruity drink of some sort. Come say hi!]

[unfettered]

[Can werewolves get sunburns? Erica's not sure. She doubts it. Tanning could be a thing, or her skin could heal. Suffice to say, she's not worried about any of it. Spotting Stiles hiding under the shade, however, she wanders over his way, with a drink in hand.]

What'd they set you up with?

[She nods to his drink. It seems for the moment she's feeling like playing nice.]

[skybluejeep]

[He glances up at Erica, and nods. Since she's arrived, this is their first time in person, and he's still wary of telling her too much. So he's wary of her in general.]

Something with pineapple, coconut and lime. You put de lime in de coconut and drink it all up, or something.

[unfettered]

[Somehow Stiles still isn't looking her anywhere but in the eyes. Her beautiful everything is showcased in a bikini that is like a comic nerd's wet dream and he's not looking. Stiles you realize this thing is held on with only three knots, right?

So she leans in, voice lowers slightly.]

Let me have a sip?

[skybluejeep]

[Yeah. He gets it. And Erica...scares the crap out of him, no lie. Ever since she took the bite and told him about her crush, he's been walking on proverbial eggshells with her. And now she's dead, so it's doubly weird.]

Here. Enjoy.

[And he hands her his drink, not even caring if she takes it all, or backwashes in it, or anything.]

[unfettered]

[Rather than take the drink from him, she simply leans over. Her hair is back over her shoulders, so nothing obscures his view as she takes the straw between her lips and drinks. She looks him in the eyes as she does, and takes her sweet time pulling away once she's had enough.

Then she licks her lips, because for some reason every time he doesn't look at her the way she wants him too, it just makes her want try harder and do more to try and grab his attention.]

Not bad. Too bad it's not stronger.

[skybluejeep]

[He takes a breath in through his nose, his lips curling down into a frown. Of course he sneaks a peek at her boobs, because what straight - okay sort of wibbly-wobbly mostly straight - male wouldn't in this situation? But Erica is...damn it Erica, stop being so complicated!]

Avoiding the booze for a bit. Had a bad run-in with the devil's drink during the Bacchanal in Sinbrilee. I'm being a good boy.

[Referring to more than just booze, just for the record.]

[unfettered]

[She can hear his heart beat a little faster as she bends down, and finally, finally she sees his gaze drop lower, and she feels an exultant thrill of victory.]

Sure you are, Stiles. For now.

[And for the moment, she's going to be content with her small victory. She takes a sip of her own, much stronger drink, and gives him a slow smile.]

[skybluejeep]

[OMG Erica get out. Licking his lips, he refuses to give her the satisfaction. He might want a girl, but not this girl. Not anymore. For the same reason he gives the side-eye to Isaac, honestly. Anybody who willingly takes the bite for power, he'll always give the side-eye to. Always. He remembers Peter Hale's mouth poised over his wrist, and he remembers pulling away in disgust and revulsion. And...something more complicated than that.]

For now, yeah.

[unfettered]

[No, never getting out. You're stuck with her now, Stiles. It's good that he doesn't say any of that out loud. Erica may be content with her decision to become a werewolf at this point in time. Her life is a hell of a lot better. However she would strongly object to his ever thinking he wanted her. He wouldn't look at her before the bite. He wouldn't look at her after either. Not really, and definitely not the way she'd wanted for the longest time.]

Mm. Well. Having fun? Noticed you keeping to yourself over here. Thought I'd say hi.

[And show off a bit.]

[skybluejeep]

[It crossed his mind when he initially saw her post-bite. But then....no. Just, no. For so many reasons, no. Erica, you did this to yourself. Dye your hair red and we might be able to work something out.]

Hiding under the shade. Just enjoying the beach. Or, well, the edge of the turtle's shell with sand on it. Which raises so many questions I'm not gonna get into.

[unfettered]

[Oh whatever. Like you would have looked at her before, Stiles. She's not bitter. No, really. Ttly not.]

You're not going to hide in the shade the entire time, are you?

[Boy, you're looking a bit pasty.]

[skybluejeep]

[Hey, you never said a single thing to him, either. This street goes both ways, missy.]

Maybe? I couldn't find any sunscreen and I really don't like doing a lobster impression.

[myownhand]

[And Merida is going to just be bouncing up, eyes surveying the entire party. She'd been invited earlier by a message from Stiles, so she'd figure she'd at least come by to check what all the fuss was about.



But she had one big question.]

....So, does everyone just dress like this when they swim?

[Because here she is in her dress feelin' a bit outta place kthxbye]

[skybluejeep]

Merida! Hi!

[Poor thing, she's probably so confused about bathing suits. But he's super happy to see her, evinced by the giant grin on his face.]

Yeah. At least in my century, yeah. You don't have to though, if you don't want to.

[myownhand]

Modern clothin' is so odd. [Srsly, this is all she is getting from this experience.]

And I don't think I've ever seen so many people on a beach before. [They never really had beach parties back in DunBroch... And that thought gives her a pang of want as she thinks of her family and all she wants to tell them.

...Subject change]

Are there always so many parties here? It seems t'be non-stop since I've arrived.

[skybluejeep]

Well, there's no television here. So we have to come up with social engagements. Better than being bored, si?

[He holds his hand out to her, encouraging her to follow.]

Wanna go for a walk? The beach is really nice.

[myownhand]

[She's about to take his hand and hesitates. Probably not for the reason he thinks though.]

A walk sounds fine, but before that--

Television. What is that?

[Movies, she's seen. Television. no.]

[skybluejeep]

...Long story. It's a product of my time instead of yours, basically.

[C'mon Merida. Take his hand. Forget his pop-culture references.[

[myownhand]

[She'll shoot him a bit of a look but take his hand tentatively, nonetheless.]

[skybluejeep]

[Once her hand is in his, he starts leading her down the beach. Away from Scott, Isaac and Erica. Because he's not wanting them to comment on this, thanks.]

How's everything going? Settling in okay?

[myownhand]

[this only means she has to meet them]

Aye. I mean other than th'bein' completely removed from my time.

[She looks up contemplatively.]

I also miss ridin' around th'glen on Angus, I don't want t'get rusty at shootin' arrows after all.

[skybluejeep]

[No. No never. Well, Scott's okay. But the other two are not.

He grins at her, not sure who Angus is, but glad that she's here and talking to him.]

I feel ya. I've never shot a bow in my life, but I want to help you do that. I've got a dirk, not a bow. Wanna practice together?

[myownhand]

[She grins up at him--]

Are y'sure y'can keep up with me?

[skybluejeep]

I will certainly try! I've been keeping up with some pretty hardcore peeps. So I think I'll manage.

[He grins back at her, totally smitten by her redheaded self.]

Who's Angus? Just for the record?