The Deck, Tuesday Morning

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn had meant to make it to the beach, she really had. But then there had been rum in the shower spigots and she'd gotten very sticky tipsy. In the interest of not falling down anything, she'd parked herself on the deck in a bathing suit with a book that wouldn't make her concentrate too hard (as long as her eyes could still focus), a towel, some sunscreen, a tupperware container of shower rum and a couple of bottles of so-far-unadulterated coke.

"Forgot the music," she grumbled.

[ooc: So very open, obviously.]

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[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg was on her way to the beach too but changed her plans when she saw Dawn as she was stumbling walking past the deck.

"I smell like a drunk," Meg said, stumbling into a lawn chair. "My shower tasted like Captain Morgan."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn waved droopily at Meg. "Not just you. I think I was buzzed before I even realized what was going on."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, me too. I thought maybe it was just my imagination. But it wasn't," Meg sighed. "Could be worse though. Could've been vodka or something."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Vodka's bad?"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"By itself? This early in the day? Yeah," she said, nodding. "Rum's sweet. You can drink it by itself."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"But vodka's not all sticky, so we might still have been clean," she pointed out. "Want a soda?"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"We'd be clean but we'd still smell like drunks," she said. "Yeah, I better have one, thanks. I should probably drink something other than rum."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

After last night, John had to check out this deck place. He was pleasantly surprised to see it was a deck with sunbathing going on. "Sunshine and a deck. Who needs tunes?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I do!" She told him, already grinning up at him. "And maybe a cabana boy."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Where's Lucas Sam when you need him?" John said, taking a seat on a lounge chair. "Too bad there's no pool here."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Not sure," she shrugged, then sighed. "Yeah, I could totally go for a pool."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Especially if it had actual water in it. I showered in ginger ale. I don't know that my skin will ever recover."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn stuck her arm out towards him to sniff. "Rum. I have coke and a bucket of rum, if you want."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John sniffed. "Hey, no fair getting an alcoholic shower!"

"And of course I want." He recovered quickly from jealousy if not stickiness.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Spotting John, Chad made a mental note to sometimes soon try to get in touch with all the siblings. Things had gotten a little...scattered lately, regarding all that.

"Hey, John."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Chad," John nodded at his massive big sib. "How goes the guitar playing?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"It goes; haven't done any yet today, but I was going to. Humidity messes up the strings a little, though..."

He would have shown John what he meant if the guitar wasn't still in its case, so he went and had a seat in what looked like the strongest chair, setting the case in front of him and starting to get the instrument out.

"How've you been?"

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Sticky but good with it now that there's sun and drinks." Everything was better with sunshine and alcohol. "It'd be nice if Fandom could just be normal for one day."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"It's been normal...some days," Chad pointed out in light argument. Of course, his argument ended there because he was having difficulty remembering a specific day. "Like...you know...that...one time...And then...that other time..."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Considering that he hadn't showered today (he was not going to shower in alcohol, that seemed to kind of defeat the point, didn't it?), Chad, although his clothes were back to normal, was still shirtless, because he felt the need to air out. Staying inside in a room, he felt, would only make it worse, because Chad forgot to take things like the humidity outside into account.

But he liked the deck anyway, and, coincidentally, he had his guitar with him, because he was thinking of coming down and playing anyway.

He gave everyone a lifted hand of a wave with the hand that wasn't holding on to the strap of the guitar case over his shoulder.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn waved back. "Wow, you're even taller than Sam!"

Because obviously that was the important part. "Er, hi. I'm Dawn. There was rum."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Only by a bit," Chad said, mostly because he was used to comments like that, and the addendum about the rum was generally unnecessary. "I'm Chad," he said, tilting his head at her. "I'm sure I've seen you around and stuff."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," she nodded, because even if she didn't remember at the moment, she probably had at some point, then pointed to the guitar, "Do you play? What kind of music do you like?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad grunted in the positive as he nodded. "Yeah, I do; and I kind of like mostly everything, really."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"What are your feelings on punk?" Dawn asked, having learned from Spike that this was a very, very, very, very important question.