Under the Sea (Open)

[poeticverses]

Characters: Jehan, Grantaire, Byrn, and everyone who wants to join them!
Date: April 23rd, midmorning to late evening
Location: The edge of the turtle!
Situation: Swimming! A picnic! A party!
Warnings/Rating: I'm going to rate this PG-13 for naked/nearly naked people, alcohol, and smoking. Also R's mouth. And apparently terrible mythological comparisons.

[Jehan has never been this happy, he doesn't think. The ocean. The blue, warm ocean. He gets to see it again, gets to swim in it with his friends, gets to enjoy it. He's so happy.

Of course, he's taking a long moment to shed anything but his coat once the group gets to the edge. It's a beautiful shade of blue and he can't not admire it.]


((ooc: go crazy!))

Comments

[trifurcate]

[The cold bottle against her skin definitely gets her attention. She turns to Grantaire with a smile, takes the bottle, takes a drink from it, and then nods.]

Shall I take the bottle with us?

[She's thinking yes, but for all she knows Grantaire will prefer to be careful with what alcohol they have, considering how hard it's been to come by as of late.]

[cynisme]

[Grantaire shakes his head, not so much for his own sake or hers, but for the sake of the contents. Any saltwater in it would simply ruin the entire bottle, and he can't have that. He takes the bottle back from her and then, after a sip, makes a hole for it in the sand to sit in.]

He can wait for us right here, like a good boy.

[trifurcate]

Bottles do tend to be good about not running off.

[She waits for him to finish drinking, settling the bottle, and then gets to her feet. Having been sunbathing a bit early in the day, she has no sheet to discard as she begins walking toward the shell's edge.]

This was a good idea, coming out here today. Weather's perfect, water's good...no shortage of good drink and good company either.

[cynisme]

No shortage of anything for now, but we can't speak for later.

[And there's that ever present painful realism of his, untouched by drink. He follows after her in the water, splashing about as he does. He's not sure how far he is from the edge of the shell by the time the water is at his waist, but he dips himself down anyway to wet his hair and face. It feels wonderful against the heat that he's sure will turn into a damn sunburn.]

As for good company, we will have to see how poorly Jehan's call for company fairs. The problem with inviting everyone is, of course, that you are inviting everyone.