[ location: bronte beach ] let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise.

[theextras.livejournal.com]

Word has it, Taxon, that there's going to be a party. These rumors are not untrue, for one slaying has arranged something of a get together for the Fourth of July. Unfortunately, the Extras have caught wind of this soirée and are already in the presence of crashing it, rocking those holey jeans and chilling with some Lynyrd Skynyrd and good ol' Hank Williams. This is their kind of party.

Don't let them have all the fun. The sun is getting low, so get on out here and get your party on before fireworks start lighting up the faux night sky.

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[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

[DG didn't have any experience of the ocean either, having been born in a land locked kingdom and raised in a land locked state. But she was naturally curious and, by the time Glitch reached the beach, DG was already paddling in the shallow water.

She splashed her way out to greet him when he approached, brushing her hair - damp with spray - out of her face.]

[location: the beach]

[aintnoconvict]

And it was in that moment that Glitch decided that the beach was his favorite place ever. Well, that he could remember, which was good enough.

"Hi I brought stuff," he called as she approached. "How's the water?"

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

"Cold," she said, flicking a few drops of water in his direction to illustrate her answer. She wriggled her bare toes in the sand, savouring the strange sensation, before hurrying over to join him. "What sort of stuff?"

[aintnoconvict]

"Food stuff," Glitch said and gestured to the basket he'd set on the blanket, the corners of which were down with stones. "Drink stuff. And a blanket and a plastic disk-thing for throwing and catching."

He'd also brought himself, of course: sandals, maroon shorts, a plain white sleeveless top under an unbuttoned print shirt, topped with a straw hat to keep the sun off the zipper. The gradual slide towards Otherside fashion continues.

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

"A frisbee?" DG asked with a grin, thinking of the cheesy beach movies that she'd watched back in Kansas when she'd been putting off her homework and banned from using her bike after getting yet another ticket. "Great! Want to play?"