The Deck, Tuesday Morning

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

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

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

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"Gotcha covered," she cheerfulled at him, handing him a bottle of Coke and shoving the tupperware of rum in his general direction. "When your shower give you rum, make rum and cokes, right?"

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"Unless you like drinking straight rum which means your taste buds could probably handle grog," John decided, fixing himself a drink.

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"What's grog?" She smacked at a mosquito.

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"Some horrible drink that bubbles and smokes that Faith made up," John explained, taking a thoughtful swig.

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She stared. "You drank a drink that Faith made up? Do I need to take you to the clinic?"

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"No, I didn't actually swallow much of it." Spitting on the bar was so smooth, really. "Or did you mean mental health?" He could never tell with Dawn.

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"Now that you mention it..." she giggled. "I'm glad you're still in one piece, though."

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"I live to drink again!" John declared, feeling that first hint of buzz. His drink was possibly more rum than coke. He looked around as he continued drinking. "It's hot out."

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Dawn made a quick check for scissors and/or kool-aid before she took another sip. "It is. Yay for that, huh?" She stretched in the warm sun. "I love sun."

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"Sun is great," John agreed, stripping off his shirt. "Sunscreen is greater."

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"Here, catch," she threw a bottle at him. Or near him. Or maybe towards Meg.

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He managed to grab the bottle twice as it slipped out of his hand when he first grabbed it. "Awesome." He flicked open the lid and began to apply it liberally. "You know, this smells like summer."

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"That's 'cuz it is summer," she pointed out.

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John drank more. "That makes sense. You know, I have class later." He'd failed to realize this before he started drinking.

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"That's good." Dawn failed to see the problem with that, since she'd been drinking all morning. "Which class?"

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"How to be a teenager or something, which, really is what I'm doing so I think the old lady with hair issues would be cool with it."

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"Seriously, what are you going to tell colleges anyway? You're sorry, but you flunked your class in being a teenager because your shower was made of rum?" She cracked up. "Make a heck of an essay, though."

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John laughed. It was a dorky donkey sort of sound. "That would make an awesome essay. I think we should write it right now."