[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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Comments

[unfettered]

It's not going to kill you to get out in the sun for a little while, you know. Come on, have you even stuck a foot in the water yet?

[No hiding, Stiles. How often do you think superheroes are going to be willing to cart people out this far to have fun?]

[skybluejeep]

Yeah, maybe. I mean, we're not really on a beach here. I don't want to get too far out into the water. It's super deep. And what if the turtle decides to dive again?

I really don't want to get left behind by a giant turtle, I'd never hear the end of it.

[unfettered]

[Erica gives him a look. So much fretting! What happened to your sense of fun, Stiles? Erica leans in closer, tone entirely too reasonable.]

The turtle just resurfaced so there's really no worry about that, is there? And there are superheroes here to come get you even if it did happen. Come on, Stiles, why don't you live dangerously for a moment and come get some food with me.

[skybluejeep]

[Because he's cooking up excuses to get away from you, crazy woman!]

...Fine. But if you see any sunscreen, tell me. I need it.

[unfettered]

[Now, now, Stiles, that's not very nice.]

Sure. They've got to have something like that around here. Just won't be in a plastic Banana Boat bottle, probably.