[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.

[OOC: Roll your own threadstarters, and remember to mark if it's open or closed!]

Comments

[mccallmemaybe]

It goes up... like a boner.

[ Did he really just say that? ]

[bereavements]

... No. No, that'd -- look really weird. [ Dude, did you just say that? ] It goes up like it goes up. [ A beat. ] Not that boners don't go up. Though, they more stick out and not up. Unless you're telling me something about the angle of yours.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott really shouldn't have brought up boners. ] Well, they go up when you're lying down... [ Anyway... ] I wonder if they have hot dogs...

[bereavements]

[ And yet. ] Yeah, they do. [ Now he's thinking about boners. ] Nice segue. [ A pointed look. ] Let's see, Boner Hair.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott groans. ] I promise I'll never call you Wool Hair again if you don't ever call me Boner Hair again.

[bereavements]

Sorry. I don't negotiate with terrorists. [ IDK. But, he grins. ] Food's this way. BH for short?

[mccallmemaybe]

Sounds like you're calling me Beacon Hills. [ Scott follows him over to the food area though. ] Smells like fish...

[bereavements]

Then I guess Scott wins out. In private, I can call you Boner Hair. Nobody needs to know. [ So, he likes you, whatever. ] But, looks like hot dogs... [ WUT ]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ "In private" totally sounds like in the bedroom. ] Maybe they're fish dogs.

[bereavements]

Or fish sticks. Fish stick dogs. [ He stares. ] Should we try them?

[mccallmemaybe]

You try one first, then tell me if it's any good.

[bereavements]

Is that an order?

[mccallmemaybe]

No. [ It's puppy dog eyes persuasion. ]

[bereavements]

[ You win this round, McCall. He picks one up, taking a tentative bite. Hm. A nod. He offers the dog to Scott, the one he's taken a bite out of. That's not weird, right? ] Try it.

[mccallmemaybe]

Okay. [ Scott should take the food from Isaac's hand to taste it but instead he just leans his mouth towards it to take a bite instead. They do not at all look like a couple sharing food. He nods approvingly as he chews. ] That's pretty good.

[bereavements]

[ He takes another bite and nods. ] Better than you'd think.