Post by Adam Byrne on May 23, 2016 7:00:11 GMT
Location: The Dive - Sunday Funday Luau
Characters: Ethan Adkins, Willow Dunne, Molly Byrne, Adam Byrne, Sam Thompson
paradise and sin: The moon was a high shining thing in the sky, ripe and pregnant to nearly it's fullest. Surrounded by a decoration of stars, the night was clear and barely a cloud in sight to mar the perfection of that nights sky. Right off the highway that cut through the middle of Marathon, there a damn near the end of the south side of town, the Dive was lit up like a beacon. Some sort of party going on, with decorative lights strung through the tiki all the way down the length of the dock. All the slips were full, and people had decorated their boats in the same fashion -- it was a luau, people! Hawaiian shirts, grass skirts, coconut bras, and even a roasted pig earlier in the evening that patrons still picked at, and all the traditional dishes that went along with it. The party was in full swing by now, it was after eleven after all and past some peoples bed times, and Adam Byrne sat atop one of the picnic tables beneath the long stretch of tiki following the dockside. You wouldn't catch him dead in a grass skirt, or a coconut bra, but he did skip the usual uniform of black tee and jeans, and wore a pair of low-riding navy swim trunks, and had allowed some girl to hang a few plastic leis around his neck to rest against his shirtless, and heavily inked chest. There was more ink than skin on the man these days; his entire back taken up by a skull and his entire front a devilish buddah face. A pair of sunglasses with small festive palm trees creating the lenses sat atop his head, too. See, he could participate. But where the feck was Molly? He'd been eyeing the door, hard, from where he could see it about an hour now, idly drinking from his beer. -d-
A Red Flash: One of the boats in those slips along the length of the Dive's dock was his brand new A25 Cobalt, which he adoringly called the Harlen Pony. Made sense, considering his newest acquisition, right? The twenty five footer had been an impulse buy, with the logic that he lived on a goddamn island now, so why not have a boat? Wasn't that what people did, around here? With the definite change in weather from back home, he'd abandoned his jeans and flannel in exchange for a pair of long, forest green swim trunks. No shirt this time, either, which was a surprisingly odd choice for him. But, considering people in Marathon didn't know him, like the people back home? He didn't feel as awkward, when it came to people seeing that large watercolor styled wolf, tattooed across his chest, just above his heart. Considering the fact that he'd come in, having heard about the luau, the large black lab pup he'd brought along with him was on a leash. Not that it stopped that whipping black tail from occasionally smacking people, or Jasper getting love and attention from all sides. Not to mention all of the little snacks that people " accidentally " dropped for him, too. Deep green gaze had moved about the gathering as lazily as he seemed to, though he'd ultimately made his way over to where Adam sat, with Jasper in tow. He'd met the man a few times before, obviously, but didn't really know him. But, that was better than not knowing anyone. " You look like you're havin' fun.. " His words were softly spoken, but the heavy dose of Southern accent that came along with them, was unmistakable. About as much so, he'd discovered, as Adam's own Irish lilt.
balanced shores: Pax has a feeling the bed times people were past has to do with her. Hmph! How the hell had they missed these festivities? Molly sort of forgot that luau was going on tonight, having been relieved by Ben at the end of brunch only to wind up on the beach with Sam and a full bottle of whiskey… Well, what was a full bottle of whiskey. After the sand in the eye incident and allowing herself to dry off some, Sam and Molly polished off that bottle… Needless to say, when the petite pixie was making her way back up to the Dive, she was a bit off kilter. Stumbling just a tad, non-stop giggles, grin from ear to ear. Her hair had set into salt-water waves, stopping midway between her chin and shoulders. The white crocheted top was back on, though that teal and yellow striped one piece was more than bright enough to peek through. Jean skirt was still damp, but she didn't seem phased by it in the least. TOMs in one hand, keys and cell in the other. Don't worry, the beetle wasn't here. She took it home before she hoofed it back to the Dive. "Oi! I can'believe yeh said that!" Dragging Sam behind her…Until glossy browns landed on her brother and she stopped in her tracks. Hiccup. She forced herself to stand up straight, you know as to not disappoint her older (by only 16 months) brother, and to take those stairs without faltering. Knowing she was not going to go unnoticed, Molly would tug on Sam's hand and weave through the people until both Sam and the Pixie were right in front of Adam's table. "Addy----am. Adam." Quick nod. Giggle. Hiccup. [d]
Daria Daynes: No way in Hell that Willow was going to wear a grass skirt. Now a sarong tied loosely on her hip exposing the tanned length of one leg? That is far more her style. Sarong, flip flops, and a triangular tied top. Beachy chic, that was Willow. She had her purse, not the huge one with leather straps. Tonight's was a smaller affair, but plenty big enough to hide the firearm she had a permit to carry. She looked around as she headed in to the dive. Her phone dropped into her purse, and one hand pulling loose, dark strands out of her face. She had business of another sort to attend to tonight, if she did not come upon the one she was looking for here - she would break down and text him. She painted her smile on, and nodded to people in passing on her way to find a drink. Maybe something fruity, with an umbrella! Yeah, that will help. -d
paradise and sin: Dark eyes saw the dog before they saw the man, and Adam curiously watched the pup happily making his way through the crowd of people willing to pet and love. Until he got to where Adam sat, and his owner came to a stop. A puppy like that was bound to look for affection wherever it could get it, but despite any efforts, the behemoth of a man just stared down at it, raising his vision to Ethan when the man spoke up. "It's a party. Everyone is having fun," gruffly spoken, though he meant no offense by it -- no matter how Ethan might take it. "Settling in?" Bottle lifted again, another swig of the brew inside. Since he wasn't near the bar, but rather almost furthest away from it, and Ethan had distracted him momentarily, he missed Clara Margaret's drunken stumble, and the way she dragged Sam in behind her, until the two were nearly halfway to him. That had him standing to his full and imposing height, and the wide of his shoulders going ramrod straight -- there was no shirt to hide the way the muscles tightened with the tension. And there she was, presenting herself, and her newfound friend. Lashes narrowed in a scrutinizing stare down at the better part of his DNA, and then cut to Sam. "This your fault?" Index finger peeled off the bottle, aimed it's way at Molly. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~While Sam hadn't intended for the day to be wasted away drinking, it just kinda worked out like that...not that she was complaining in the least, it was a much needed escape from everything else. The last several hours had been in various states of lounging while the two worked on a bottle of whiskey, down to the last drop! Which, was honestly impressive considering their diminutive stature, comparatively. And then there was simply no other choice but to make their way back to the Dive. Boardshorts had been changed back into after a few vigorous shakes to get rid of excess sand, and flip flops scooped up in one hand while the other was claimed by Molly...off they went into...a Party? How the fuck did she miss that? Oh, right...the booze. Thankfully Sam managed to match every swaying step of the smaller woman, even stayed in pace with her as they weaved through the crowd...just a shame she didn't see where they were headed until it was to late. The sudden realization that she was standing in front of Adam was almost sobering...big brother already wasn't a fan and now Sam was an accomplice to his drunken sister. Still, she did her best to keep her own swaying to a minimum, standing as straight as she could with slightly glazed and bloodshot sea green eyes drifted between Adam and Molly...but oh look! Puppy! It was just a temporary distraction, the question cut through the air and had her looking over at Molly with a slight tilt of her head...was what her fault?! ~"The...the sand? No, I did my best to get it all out of her eye!" ~Surely that was what he was talking about, right? There still had to be some level of redness from the irritation..made sense to her anyways~(D)
A Red Flash: A faint smirk tipped his lips at the other man's reply, a single shoulder lifted in a lazy shrug. Bending to give Jasper's side a gentle scrub with his fingers, dark gaze remained lifted to the man that he, for all intents and purposes, actually worked for. Something that hadn't been the case for long, but it was almost like falling back into an old, comfortable routine. " Not everyone like em. " Parties, he meant. A small sound was made at Adam's question, another shrug of broad shoulders offered up, before he was sinking down to sit at the table atop which Adam had perched. " Guess so. Th' Pony was taken care of properly, b'fore I stepped in. I'm weedin' through the staff, lookin' at -- " He trailed off faintly as a pair of women came stumbling and giggling in their direction. Lifting a single brow in question, Adam's movement was caught in the corner of his eye. It didn't take him long to determine that one of them was related to Adam, likely his sister. And the other woman? No, seemed to be no love lost, between her and the man. Interesting. Turning his head faintly, so that he was speaking back towards Adam again, there was a hint of laughter in his voice. " I'm guessin' th' cute one is.. your sister? " The rough pad of his thumb casually rubbed against the thick silver band residing on his ring finger; A sort of token reminder, for other people more than him. After all, they weren't actually married yet. It was supposed to be at the end of the year, after the twins were born. But, with the job he was stepping into? He didn't need hussies thinkin' the boss was fair game.
balanced shores: Was.. was that a puppy near them? Oh my goodness it was a puppy! Molly dismissed the man with the wolf tattoo and instead dropped to a crouch to start scratching a stranger's puppy behind the ears. "Look at yeh! So adorable yeh are. Are yeh enjoyin' t'party? Oh I bet yeh are!" Ok, ok.. she got the feeling she shouldn't be messing with a stranger's puppy and soon enough was shooting back up - just about the time that Sam was dipping down - to her very imposing size of five foot nothing. Possibly slightly less. As she stood, those deep browns landed on the dog's owner and she grinned, waved, and introduced herself. "Evenin' sir! I be Molly!" Someone give this girl some wings because she really is a pixie. Adam got all of the height - and all of the width, really, even if that was due in part to his love affair with the gym - but Molly was not to be messed with in the least. Eyes narrowed, hands went to those denim clad hips, and she looked between Adam and Sam. "Adam Patrick! It was no'peer pressure er 'er dumpin't'whiskey down me t'roat. It is my fault." Eyes to Sam… "'E be talkin' bout me bein' tipsy, Sam! Not'e san'in me eyes!" Back to Adam. "Be nice t'Sam. She's nice t'me." And, really Adam… "Isn't t'at t'e most importan't'ing?" Hiccup.. Lean in, whisper.. A drunken, way louder than normal whisper so everyone probably heard her. "She t'inks I'm cuter t'an you…" [d]
Daria Daynes: How did keeping Sam from getting killed somehow fall into the description of Willow's job? It really felt like it had. Adam standing the way he did, his body language screamed someone was going to die and oh look! It is Sam! The woman was going to end up having to pay Willow a retainer fee at this rate, she really was. Stranger, with a puppy! Cute puppy! No time to be distracted, this was entirely too public of a place for Adam to be murdering anyone. Some things required private, and he should know that! Sigh! Willow steps quicker, "Molly! Good to see you." Her voice is warm as she approached. Hazel eyes flicking to Adam, the stranger, and Sam. "Adam." Polite nod, just the man she was looking for, but not ready to kill someone. She cut a glance to Sam, "Penny." Her own nickname for Sam. Why? Bad penny, kept turning up! Her accent just a hair thicker today than usual. "Hope the evening is going wonderfully." Glance to Ethan, "G'Day to you." The sarong fluttering a bit, her hair catching in the breeze. Willow dressed for comfort, for once. Instead of 'on the job.'. She even flashed her million dollar smile. -d
paradise and sin: "What in the feck did you do to 'er eye?," when he reached out, fortunately, it wasn't for Sam -- but Molly. A grip that looked harder than it actually was ( he'd never in a million years hurt her ) took her shoulder, and he jerked the wee one closer to him -- mostly to make sure she'd look up at him so he could look at her face. "She's not cute," was snapped at Ethan in reply, just cutting the man a single warning look. Single, married, whatever the hell, didn't matter. He didn't care. Drunky loo was leaning in to loudly whisper, and he searched her face some while she did -- finding the sand in the eye incident hadn't left those big brown eyes any worse for ware, but what she whispered had him looking past the top of Molly's salt-dried waves, to our lovely Samantha. "No. She doesn't." Truthfully Moll was the cutest of everything cute that was ever cute in all the cute. But only Adam was allowed to think so. Duh. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~To be fair, it was a cute puppy! Sadly it was going to have to wait for later since Sam was apparently the subject of a scrutinizing gaze...and thankfully, she didn't hear the guy with the wolf tattoo make his little remark about just who the cute one was...or Sam might have had something to say on the matter. It was as if she were watching a tennis match, eyes darted back and forth between Adam and Molly until the man grabbed a hold of his sister and nearly barked out his question.~ "I didn't do anything to her, I tried to help!" ~It was just a bit of sand, but some how a mountain sprang out of a molehill, least until he saw everything was alright for himself. Only after did she glance back to the man with the Puppy, then to Willow who had arrived...she'd really only had a handful of run ins with the woman, and never anything more than ships passing in the night, so when the nickname was leveled at her, she took it as nothin' more than a mishap.~ "Sam..." ~The correction was quickly over shadowed by the little bit of whispering that wasn't so little. Form swayed just a little as both hands disappeared into pockets, and a lazy shrug offered, however...when Adam saw fit to correct, the hands were fast to come out and mouth to open...but for once...for once, the sass from a whiskey haze was decided against, it simply wouldn't help her cause in the least~(D)
A Red Flash: He managed, if only just barely, to bite back a laugh at Adam's response to his calling the woman cute. A single hand was lifted in a sign of surrender, knowing full well when to leave it alone. After all, he was the same about his sister. When Molly, a little bubble of energy that reminded him of someone back at home, introduced herself? She'd earn herself a slow, casual smile. Considering she'd greeted the black lab pup with the wildly waving tail, first? He motioned towards him with a faint nod. " His name is Jasper, an' I'm Ethan. S'nice t'meet ya, Molly. " Unlike her heavy Irish accent, his own was Southern honey. Slow, and sweet, but easily covering venom when needed. And then came the third woman, with an accent that was completely different. Coming from a place where everyone sounded the same, he was more than delighted by the change. " Evenin' ma'am. " Oh look, he could be polite, when he wanted to be.
balanced shores: Arms fell to her side when she heard her name from elsewhere. "Oh! 'Ello, Willow!" A quick little meet at the Dive one day, before Molly started working there. Tugged by her brother, she shot him daggers. Head was tilted back, so yes, he could see her eyes. They were red, and not from the alcohol. "OI! I did it to me eye! I got sand in it, yeh fool. It was not Sam's fault!" He was yelling at someone that she wasn't cute and then noting that Sam, in fact, does not think Molly was cuter than Adam and Molly was rolling those deep browns, hands coming to her hips. "T'is isn'Ireland, yeh know…" Blink, blink.. "Or is it? Or do I 'ave t'watch every move I make while trynna make sher yehr don'step on t'e wrong line?" Was he picking up her cryptic questions? Really, Molly, this isn't something you should be asking right now…. In public. "Wha do yeh even do 'ere? Yeh can'be jus.. shovin' Sam off 'er stool!" At least at this point she was TRYING to keep her voice down. [d]
Daria Daynes: She was not about to put herself between Adam and his sister, or even Adam and Sam, but she hoped things would calm down. She noticed Molly's current state of sobriety, or lack, rather easily. She shifted her stance, and crouched down with a glance to Ethan, "This little one yours?" She asked. Keeping a wary eye on the tension that hopefully would begin to wind down. She coughed at the questions being asked, and she glanced up to Adam and back to Molly. Yeah, one of those nights, she would not intrude, nope. One did not get in the mix of family matters. No no no. Yeah, things were getting more interesting. Not sure where Ethan fit in the scheme, having not met him, and knowing Sam's not in the know, she kept her eyes on what was going on between the conversation. She rose after scratching the dog's ears, of course. She smoothed the sarong down. She had just been about to tell Adam she needed a moment of his time, but with Molly's curiosity, she held off. -d
paradise and sin: From Sam, back to Molly, to Sam again -- and once more to Molly while they reassured him of the same story. Just a lil' sand in the eye. Welcome to Florida, kid. His hold on her shoulder relaxed, and was just about to fall away when Moll began peppering him with questions that were better left reserved for when the pair of them were alone. "Ciúin!," he hissed at her to quiet, shaking her shoulder in the process as the Gaelic snapped off his tongue. But when the accusation that he'd shoved Sam off a bar stool came, cool gaze lifted it's way to Sam there. "Did I, now?" A tick of his brow. He couldn't quite recall any shoving. He'd remember a shoving. Willow wasn't entirely ignored, he heard the Aussie flavoring her tongue while she spoke to Ethan. He'd been meaning to introduce them. They could do it themselves, just as well. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~For once, Sam actually had clean hands of the escalating situation, She'd done everything in her power to deflect everyone of Molly's question about her brother, even spun a tale about Max and boats! But that all quickly unwound when Molly blurted out to her defense. Of course there was no rush to correct the slight error in recounting oh what exactly had been said, though when Adam spoke up again, she felt it prudent to make the amendment, for her own sake.~ "Uh, I said kicked...not shoved, kicked the stool out from under me. I got a bruise to prove it" ~Again, there was a very big part of her that was tempted to tug down the board and boyshorts to show off the discoloration, but flashing her ass seemed like another horrible idea in a long line of bad ideas.~ "Who knows really though...I was pretty high, maybe you just accidentally caught your foot on the stool...Accidents happen." ~Olive branch!~ (D)
A Red Flash: It was easy enough for him to ignore the conversation going on between siblings, dark eyes leveling on the inked up woman who'd been dragged along by Molly, into the situation. She actually seemed as if she were trying to be on her best behavior, though he couldn't say whether or not there was a reason behind it, as he'd never even seen her before. Soon enough, though, his attention was brought back to the Australian beauty, who was asking about the pup who was currently doing his best to get even more attention from the ladies. He was, it would seem, his father's boy. " Yeah, s'name is Jasper. Cute lil' thing, right? Rescued him a while back, before movin' out here. " Lips quirked into a slight smirk, before he was offering out a hand to her. " I'm Ethan, by the way.. "
balanced shores: With the shake of her shoulder, the Gaelic flying off his tongue so quickly. Truth be told, did she need any further answer than that? No. Not really. Though it wasn't their native tongue, it seemed they were going to speak it now for 'privacy's sake.' "Gheall tú!" She shouted through clenched teeth, for a moment trying to ignore his inane question about what he did or did not do to Sam. Head over her shoulder at the other woman and her hands were thrown in the air as she pulled her shoulder from his grip. "Whooteveh! What?" Eyes narrowed now on Sam.."Yeh didn'say yeh were high t'en…Did 'e drop yeh on yer arse or not?" Back to Adam.. the most deadpanned, level eyed stare. "Gheall tú." Words repeated slowly, quietly tis time. [d]
Daria Daynes: They broke out Gaelic, or something. She had heard the language before, not to the point of understanding a bit of it, but she liked the sound of it. She kept an eye on the three of them until Ethan spoke, her smile warmed once again as she looked at him, "I"m Willow, a pleasure." She smiled at him. "I need a drink." She turned, glancing for a waitress wandering by. Hey, she was off the clock. Sort of. Did such a thing exist in their line of work? Really? Probably not. -d
paradise and sin: Did she shout or did she squeak? Something this cute probably only squeaks. Except, she had just as much of an Irish temper as he did, try as she might to conceal it. The shout had him wincing, and he tilted her back away from him some, so she was tipped in a lean. Sam was correcting things, the truth of them, and even offering a different version as a suggestion, and Molly was bound to fall for either because that's just how Molly was. Brows simply lifted -- he was leaving this shit to Sam. She brought Moll into it. She could fix it. Adam would just correct it later, when Molly was sober, and no one was skittering little ideas into her head. But she brought up his promises again, and from her shoulder to the opposite one, his hand snaked to slip that big arm behind her head, and draw her in to smush her face against the plastic flowers hanging against his chest. "I've not broken any promises, m'love." There were ways around everything, after all. "Why don't I buy you ladies a drink?" See. Nice brother. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Fuck...in the span of half an hour her level of sobriety had gone from nearly drunk, to a healthy buzz...and now...well the spiked adrenaline coursing through her system left her in need of another fucking drink, if only to chase the building headache away. Bad made worse when she willingly stuck herself between a rock and a hard place, not so much to protect Adam, as it was to spare his sister maybe? Who knew...whatever the case Sam was left fumbling for words, eventually just giving in with a little shrug.~ "I was high, I mean...I do acid with strangers after all. He was there, I hit the ground...maybe I just thought it was him cause it was all a blur." ~And the handful of hair that nearly got ripped out of her skull was just Adam trying to catch her, such a nice guy!~ "A drink...yeah. Rum...lots of rum." ~Cause any more whiskey was liable to make her vomit.~(d)
A Red Flash: Well, alright then. Shrugging it off as the woman turned away without taking his hand, he bent to give Jasper's head and sides another quick series of pets and scratches. She'd given him her name, but then she'd practically run off, claiming a need for a drink. Something that, it would seem, the trio near him were also about to do. Awesome. Let's all abandon the new guy. Not that he minded so much, really. He wasn't really the drinking type, and not just because he had to drive his boat back around, to the huge ass house they'd bought on Key Colony Beach. A house that was still mostly packed, because he and Jasper were lazy men, without Lennox there to remind them of things like unpacking the kitchen, or deciding on a room to be the nursery. God, a nursery.
balanced shores: Molly wasn't falling for anything. She was really confused now because if Sam had been high then maybe Sam had misread the situation with Adam. And that Adam hadn't really knocked her off her stool. Suddenly her anger was met with with plastic flowers and she was mumbling more cusses against his neck. But then he said something about another drink and Molly was shaking her head quickly. Pushing herself away from she coughed a bit. "No. I.. don'need anyt'in else.." Maybe she should have sobered up at the moment, but, well, she hadn't. Not all the way, anyway. She was still pretty buzzed, but she was in a weird place where she did not feel like jumping down her brother's throat again. "I t'ink… I jus'wanna go sleep…" She will totally Irish goodbye this popsicle stand, yanno. Adam better not try to hug her, if he does, she'll pull away. He was not her favorite person right now. [d]
Daria Daynes: Actually, Willow had just turned about to see if the waitress was somewhere. One hand lifted to flag the waitress over, perfectly timed with Adam declaring he would be beyond Sam and Molly, at least ,maybe herself too! A drink. She had missed the outstretched hand of Ethan. His puppy was too distracting. Willow was a girl, she fell for cuteness. She could be distracted, too. The family situation playing out seemed to be resolving. Willow glanced over to Sam, who was not throwing gas onto the situation, and nodded once to her. Not sure if she had greeted her or not. "New to town?" She glanced to Ethan now that she had given a drink order. -d
paradise and sin: For the record, he'd only cupped the back of her head to keep her from dropping to the ground too soon. He'd not pulled on her hair in any way. Stop exaggerating, SAM! Ha. He was quiet still while Sam ran around the possibilities of what had happened, and Molly announced that instead of partaking in rum with Sam, she'd rather go home. "We'll go then," he nodded; half turning some -- while keeping his arm firmly about Molly so she couldn't Irish goodbye on HIM. A signal was made to one of his -- had they all missed the entourage? There was always an entourage. Making the international sign for a drink, and a tilt of his head to Sam. "Enjoy the rum, party girl." Nothing else, he steered Molly back towards the door -- but thought better of trying to move through the crowd, so out from under the tiki they went, to walk the dock and go out around the building. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~After what had felt like an eternity of a blank stare aimed at Adam, Sam finally blinked...long and hard to the point that her eyes actually watered a bit. Tomorrow was going to suck, how the hell was she supposed to learn about sharp pokey things if she was hung over? Still, an offer for a free drink was hard to refuse. A quick glance to Molly and a little wave, sure she'd initially entertained the idea of volunteering to walk Molly home, but some how it just didn't seem like an idea that would fly...and since Adam had it covered anyway's, the wave would have to do. Ah! The aforementioned member of Adam's entourage who'd been signaled for...and already had a drink ready! Apparently Sam should have been more specific...cause what she got was one of those red and yellow stripped Bahama Mammas, complete with a pineapple skewer...fuck it, it was rum. With the Drink secured, a little wave was offered to Molly, and the man she hadn't been introduced to...another time maybe. And then...Sam stooped down and with her free hand gave that puppy a good scritching behind its ear~ "Good night puppers!" ~Emphatic, at least for her. And then it was out onto the sand and down the beach back towards the motel, munching idly on a piece of Pineapple...her first bit of food since the pancakes earlier in the day!~(D)
Characters: Ethan Adkins, Willow Dunne, Molly Byrne, Adam Byrne, Sam Thompson
paradise and sin: The moon was a high shining thing in the sky, ripe and pregnant to nearly it's fullest. Surrounded by a decoration of stars, the night was clear and barely a cloud in sight to mar the perfection of that nights sky. Right off the highway that cut through the middle of Marathon, there a damn near the end of the south side of town, the Dive was lit up like a beacon. Some sort of party going on, with decorative lights strung through the tiki all the way down the length of the dock. All the slips were full, and people had decorated their boats in the same fashion -- it was a luau, people! Hawaiian shirts, grass skirts, coconut bras, and even a roasted pig earlier in the evening that patrons still picked at, and all the traditional dishes that went along with it. The party was in full swing by now, it was after eleven after all and past some peoples bed times, and Adam Byrne sat atop one of the picnic tables beneath the long stretch of tiki following the dockside. You wouldn't catch him dead in a grass skirt, or a coconut bra, but he did skip the usual uniform of black tee and jeans, and wore a pair of low-riding navy swim trunks, and had allowed some girl to hang a few plastic leis around his neck to rest against his shirtless, and heavily inked chest. There was more ink than skin on the man these days; his entire back taken up by a skull and his entire front a devilish buddah face. A pair of sunglasses with small festive palm trees creating the lenses sat atop his head, too. See, he could participate. But where the feck was Molly? He'd been eyeing the door, hard, from where he could see it about an hour now, idly drinking from his beer. -d-
A Red Flash: One of the boats in those slips along the length of the Dive's dock was his brand new A25 Cobalt, which he adoringly called the Harlen Pony. Made sense, considering his newest acquisition, right? The twenty five footer had been an impulse buy, with the logic that he lived on a goddamn island now, so why not have a boat? Wasn't that what people did, around here? With the definite change in weather from back home, he'd abandoned his jeans and flannel in exchange for a pair of long, forest green swim trunks. No shirt this time, either, which was a surprisingly odd choice for him. But, considering people in Marathon didn't know him, like the people back home? He didn't feel as awkward, when it came to people seeing that large watercolor styled wolf, tattooed across his chest, just above his heart. Considering the fact that he'd come in, having heard about the luau, the large black lab pup he'd brought along with him was on a leash. Not that it stopped that whipping black tail from occasionally smacking people, or Jasper getting love and attention from all sides. Not to mention all of the little snacks that people " accidentally " dropped for him, too. Deep green gaze had moved about the gathering as lazily as he seemed to, though he'd ultimately made his way over to where Adam sat, with Jasper in tow. He'd met the man a few times before, obviously, but didn't really know him. But, that was better than not knowing anyone. " You look like you're havin' fun.. " His words were softly spoken, but the heavy dose of Southern accent that came along with them, was unmistakable. About as much so, he'd discovered, as Adam's own Irish lilt.
balanced shores: Pax has a feeling the bed times people were past has to do with her. Hmph! How the hell had they missed these festivities? Molly sort of forgot that luau was going on tonight, having been relieved by Ben at the end of brunch only to wind up on the beach with Sam and a full bottle of whiskey… Well, what was a full bottle of whiskey. After the sand in the eye incident and allowing herself to dry off some, Sam and Molly polished off that bottle… Needless to say, when the petite pixie was making her way back up to the Dive, she was a bit off kilter. Stumbling just a tad, non-stop giggles, grin from ear to ear. Her hair had set into salt-water waves, stopping midway between her chin and shoulders. The white crocheted top was back on, though that teal and yellow striped one piece was more than bright enough to peek through. Jean skirt was still damp, but she didn't seem phased by it in the least. TOMs in one hand, keys and cell in the other. Don't worry, the beetle wasn't here. She took it home before she hoofed it back to the Dive. "Oi! I can'believe yeh said that!" Dragging Sam behind her…Until glossy browns landed on her brother and she stopped in her tracks. Hiccup. She forced herself to stand up straight, you know as to not disappoint her older (by only 16 months) brother, and to take those stairs without faltering. Knowing she was not going to go unnoticed, Molly would tug on Sam's hand and weave through the people until both Sam and the Pixie were right in front of Adam's table. "Addy----am. Adam." Quick nod. Giggle. Hiccup. [d]
Daria Daynes: No way in Hell that Willow was going to wear a grass skirt. Now a sarong tied loosely on her hip exposing the tanned length of one leg? That is far more her style. Sarong, flip flops, and a triangular tied top. Beachy chic, that was Willow. She had her purse, not the huge one with leather straps. Tonight's was a smaller affair, but plenty big enough to hide the firearm she had a permit to carry. She looked around as she headed in to the dive. Her phone dropped into her purse, and one hand pulling loose, dark strands out of her face. She had business of another sort to attend to tonight, if she did not come upon the one she was looking for here - she would break down and text him. She painted her smile on, and nodded to people in passing on her way to find a drink. Maybe something fruity, with an umbrella! Yeah, that will help. -d
paradise and sin: Dark eyes saw the dog before they saw the man, and Adam curiously watched the pup happily making his way through the crowd of people willing to pet and love. Until he got to where Adam sat, and his owner came to a stop. A puppy like that was bound to look for affection wherever it could get it, but despite any efforts, the behemoth of a man just stared down at it, raising his vision to Ethan when the man spoke up. "It's a party. Everyone is having fun," gruffly spoken, though he meant no offense by it -- no matter how Ethan might take it. "Settling in?" Bottle lifted again, another swig of the brew inside. Since he wasn't near the bar, but rather almost furthest away from it, and Ethan had distracted him momentarily, he missed Clara Margaret's drunken stumble, and the way she dragged Sam in behind her, until the two were nearly halfway to him. That had him standing to his full and imposing height, and the wide of his shoulders going ramrod straight -- there was no shirt to hide the way the muscles tightened with the tension. And there she was, presenting herself, and her newfound friend. Lashes narrowed in a scrutinizing stare down at the better part of his DNA, and then cut to Sam. "This your fault?" Index finger peeled off the bottle, aimed it's way at Molly. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~While Sam hadn't intended for the day to be wasted away drinking, it just kinda worked out like that...not that she was complaining in the least, it was a much needed escape from everything else. The last several hours had been in various states of lounging while the two worked on a bottle of whiskey, down to the last drop! Which, was honestly impressive considering their diminutive stature, comparatively. And then there was simply no other choice but to make their way back to the Dive. Boardshorts had been changed back into after a few vigorous shakes to get rid of excess sand, and flip flops scooped up in one hand while the other was claimed by Molly...off they went into...a Party? How the fuck did she miss that? Oh, right...the booze. Thankfully Sam managed to match every swaying step of the smaller woman, even stayed in pace with her as they weaved through the crowd...just a shame she didn't see where they were headed until it was to late. The sudden realization that she was standing in front of Adam was almost sobering...big brother already wasn't a fan and now Sam was an accomplice to his drunken sister. Still, she did her best to keep her own swaying to a minimum, standing as straight as she could with slightly glazed and bloodshot sea green eyes drifted between Adam and Molly...but oh look! Puppy! It was just a temporary distraction, the question cut through the air and had her looking over at Molly with a slight tilt of her head...was what her fault?! ~"The...the sand? No, I did my best to get it all out of her eye!" ~Surely that was what he was talking about, right? There still had to be some level of redness from the irritation..made sense to her anyways~(D)
A Red Flash: A faint smirk tipped his lips at the other man's reply, a single shoulder lifted in a lazy shrug. Bending to give Jasper's side a gentle scrub with his fingers, dark gaze remained lifted to the man that he, for all intents and purposes, actually worked for. Something that hadn't been the case for long, but it was almost like falling back into an old, comfortable routine. " Not everyone like em. " Parties, he meant. A small sound was made at Adam's question, another shrug of broad shoulders offered up, before he was sinking down to sit at the table atop which Adam had perched. " Guess so. Th' Pony was taken care of properly, b'fore I stepped in. I'm weedin' through the staff, lookin' at -- " He trailed off faintly as a pair of women came stumbling and giggling in their direction. Lifting a single brow in question, Adam's movement was caught in the corner of his eye. It didn't take him long to determine that one of them was related to Adam, likely his sister. And the other woman? No, seemed to be no love lost, between her and the man. Interesting. Turning his head faintly, so that he was speaking back towards Adam again, there was a hint of laughter in his voice. " I'm guessin' th' cute one is.. your sister? " The rough pad of his thumb casually rubbed against the thick silver band residing on his ring finger; A sort of token reminder, for other people more than him. After all, they weren't actually married yet. It was supposed to be at the end of the year, after the twins were born. But, with the job he was stepping into? He didn't need hussies thinkin' the boss was fair game.
balanced shores: Was.. was that a puppy near them? Oh my goodness it was a puppy! Molly dismissed the man with the wolf tattoo and instead dropped to a crouch to start scratching a stranger's puppy behind the ears. "Look at yeh! So adorable yeh are. Are yeh enjoyin' t'party? Oh I bet yeh are!" Ok, ok.. she got the feeling she shouldn't be messing with a stranger's puppy and soon enough was shooting back up - just about the time that Sam was dipping down - to her very imposing size of five foot nothing. Possibly slightly less. As she stood, those deep browns landed on the dog's owner and she grinned, waved, and introduced herself. "Evenin' sir! I be Molly!" Someone give this girl some wings because she really is a pixie. Adam got all of the height - and all of the width, really, even if that was due in part to his love affair with the gym - but Molly was not to be messed with in the least. Eyes narrowed, hands went to those denim clad hips, and she looked between Adam and Sam. "Adam Patrick! It was no'peer pressure er 'er dumpin't'whiskey down me t'roat. It is my fault." Eyes to Sam… "'E be talkin' bout me bein' tipsy, Sam! Not'e san'in me eyes!" Back to Adam. "Be nice t'Sam. She's nice t'me." And, really Adam… "Isn't t'at t'e most importan't'ing?" Hiccup.. Lean in, whisper.. A drunken, way louder than normal whisper so everyone probably heard her. "She t'inks I'm cuter t'an you…" [d]
Daria Daynes: How did keeping Sam from getting killed somehow fall into the description of Willow's job? It really felt like it had. Adam standing the way he did, his body language screamed someone was going to die and oh look! It is Sam! The woman was going to end up having to pay Willow a retainer fee at this rate, she really was. Stranger, with a puppy! Cute puppy! No time to be distracted, this was entirely too public of a place for Adam to be murdering anyone. Some things required private, and he should know that! Sigh! Willow steps quicker, "Molly! Good to see you." Her voice is warm as she approached. Hazel eyes flicking to Adam, the stranger, and Sam. "Adam." Polite nod, just the man she was looking for, but not ready to kill someone. She cut a glance to Sam, "Penny." Her own nickname for Sam. Why? Bad penny, kept turning up! Her accent just a hair thicker today than usual. "Hope the evening is going wonderfully." Glance to Ethan, "G'Day to you." The sarong fluttering a bit, her hair catching in the breeze. Willow dressed for comfort, for once. Instead of 'on the job.'. She even flashed her million dollar smile. -d
paradise and sin: "What in the feck did you do to 'er eye?," when he reached out, fortunately, it wasn't for Sam -- but Molly. A grip that looked harder than it actually was ( he'd never in a million years hurt her ) took her shoulder, and he jerked the wee one closer to him -- mostly to make sure she'd look up at him so he could look at her face. "She's not cute," was snapped at Ethan in reply, just cutting the man a single warning look. Single, married, whatever the hell, didn't matter. He didn't care. Drunky loo was leaning in to loudly whisper, and he searched her face some while she did -- finding the sand in the eye incident hadn't left those big brown eyes any worse for ware, but what she whispered had him looking past the top of Molly's salt-dried waves, to our lovely Samantha. "No. She doesn't." Truthfully Moll was the cutest of everything cute that was ever cute in all the cute. But only Adam was allowed to think so. Duh. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~To be fair, it was a cute puppy! Sadly it was going to have to wait for later since Sam was apparently the subject of a scrutinizing gaze...and thankfully, she didn't hear the guy with the wolf tattoo make his little remark about just who the cute one was...or Sam might have had something to say on the matter. It was as if she were watching a tennis match, eyes darted back and forth between Adam and Molly until the man grabbed a hold of his sister and nearly barked out his question.~ "I didn't do anything to her, I tried to help!" ~It was just a bit of sand, but some how a mountain sprang out of a molehill, least until he saw everything was alright for himself. Only after did she glance back to the man with the Puppy, then to Willow who had arrived...she'd really only had a handful of run ins with the woman, and never anything more than ships passing in the night, so when the nickname was leveled at her, she took it as nothin' more than a mishap.~ "Sam..." ~The correction was quickly over shadowed by the little bit of whispering that wasn't so little. Form swayed just a little as both hands disappeared into pockets, and a lazy shrug offered, however...when Adam saw fit to correct, the hands were fast to come out and mouth to open...but for once...for once, the sass from a whiskey haze was decided against, it simply wouldn't help her cause in the least~(D)
A Red Flash: He managed, if only just barely, to bite back a laugh at Adam's response to his calling the woman cute. A single hand was lifted in a sign of surrender, knowing full well when to leave it alone. After all, he was the same about his sister. When Molly, a little bubble of energy that reminded him of someone back at home, introduced herself? She'd earn herself a slow, casual smile. Considering she'd greeted the black lab pup with the wildly waving tail, first? He motioned towards him with a faint nod. " His name is Jasper, an' I'm Ethan. S'nice t'meet ya, Molly. " Unlike her heavy Irish accent, his own was Southern honey. Slow, and sweet, but easily covering venom when needed. And then came the third woman, with an accent that was completely different. Coming from a place where everyone sounded the same, he was more than delighted by the change. " Evenin' ma'am. " Oh look, he could be polite, when he wanted to be.
balanced shores: Arms fell to her side when she heard her name from elsewhere. "Oh! 'Ello, Willow!" A quick little meet at the Dive one day, before Molly started working there. Tugged by her brother, she shot him daggers. Head was tilted back, so yes, he could see her eyes. They were red, and not from the alcohol. "OI! I did it to me eye! I got sand in it, yeh fool. It was not Sam's fault!" He was yelling at someone that she wasn't cute and then noting that Sam, in fact, does not think Molly was cuter than Adam and Molly was rolling those deep browns, hands coming to her hips. "T'is isn'Ireland, yeh know…" Blink, blink.. "Or is it? Or do I 'ave t'watch every move I make while trynna make sher yehr don'step on t'e wrong line?" Was he picking up her cryptic questions? Really, Molly, this isn't something you should be asking right now…. In public. "Wha do yeh even do 'ere? Yeh can'be jus.. shovin' Sam off 'er stool!" At least at this point she was TRYING to keep her voice down. [d]
Daria Daynes: She was not about to put herself between Adam and his sister, or even Adam and Sam, but she hoped things would calm down. She noticed Molly's current state of sobriety, or lack, rather easily. She shifted her stance, and crouched down with a glance to Ethan, "This little one yours?" She asked. Keeping a wary eye on the tension that hopefully would begin to wind down. She coughed at the questions being asked, and she glanced up to Adam and back to Molly. Yeah, one of those nights, she would not intrude, nope. One did not get in the mix of family matters. No no no. Yeah, things were getting more interesting. Not sure where Ethan fit in the scheme, having not met him, and knowing Sam's not in the know, she kept her eyes on what was going on between the conversation. She rose after scratching the dog's ears, of course. She smoothed the sarong down. She had just been about to tell Adam she needed a moment of his time, but with Molly's curiosity, she held off. -d
paradise and sin: From Sam, back to Molly, to Sam again -- and once more to Molly while they reassured him of the same story. Just a lil' sand in the eye. Welcome to Florida, kid. His hold on her shoulder relaxed, and was just about to fall away when Moll began peppering him with questions that were better left reserved for when the pair of them were alone. "Ciúin!," he hissed at her to quiet, shaking her shoulder in the process as the Gaelic snapped off his tongue. But when the accusation that he'd shoved Sam off a bar stool came, cool gaze lifted it's way to Sam there. "Did I, now?" A tick of his brow. He couldn't quite recall any shoving. He'd remember a shoving. Willow wasn't entirely ignored, he heard the Aussie flavoring her tongue while she spoke to Ethan. He'd been meaning to introduce them. They could do it themselves, just as well. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~For once, Sam actually had clean hands of the escalating situation, She'd done everything in her power to deflect everyone of Molly's question about her brother, even spun a tale about Max and boats! But that all quickly unwound when Molly blurted out to her defense. Of course there was no rush to correct the slight error in recounting oh what exactly had been said, though when Adam spoke up again, she felt it prudent to make the amendment, for her own sake.~ "Uh, I said kicked...not shoved, kicked the stool out from under me. I got a bruise to prove it" ~Again, there was a very big part of her that was tempted to tug down the board and boyshorts to show off the discoloration, but flashing her ass seemed like another horrible idea in a long line of bad ideas.~ "Who knows really though...I was pretty high, maybe you just accidentally caught your foot on the stool...Accidents happen." ~Olive branch!~ (D)
A Red Flash: It was easy enough for him to ignore the conversation going on between siblings, dark eyes leveling on the inked up woman who'd been dragged along by Molly, into the situation. She actually seemed as if she were trying to be on her best behavior, though he couldn't say whether or not there was a reason behind it, as he'd never even seen her before. Soon enough, though, his attention was brought back to the Australian beauty, who was asking about the pup who was currently doing his best to get even more attention from the ladies. He was, it would seem, his father's boy. " Yeah, s'name is Jasper. Cute lil' thing, right? Rescued him a while back, before movin' out here. " Lips quirked into a slight smirk, before he was offering out a hand to her. " I'm Ethan, by the way.. "
balanced shores: With the shake of her shoulder, the Gaelic flying off his tongue so quickly. Truth be told, did she need any further answer than that? No. Not really. Though it wasn't their native tongue, it seemed they were going to speak it now for 'privacy's sake.' "Gheall tú!" She shouted through clenched teeth, for a moment trying to ignore his inane question about what he did or did not do to Sam. Head over her shoulder at the other woman and her hands were thrown in the air as she pulled her shoulder from his grip. "Whooteveh! What?" Eyes narrowed now on Sam.."Yeh didn'say yeh were high t'en…Did 'e drop yeh on yer arse or not?" Back to Adam.. the most deadpanned, level eyed stare. "Gheall tú." Words repeated slowly, quietly tis time. [d]
Daria Daynes: They broke out Gaelic, or something. She had heard the language before, not to the point of understanding a bit of it, but she liked the sound of it. She kept an eye on the three of them until Ethan spoke, her smile warmed once again as she looked at him, "I"m Willow, a pleasure." She smiled at him. "I need a drink." She turned, glancing for a waitress wandering by. Hey, she was off the clock. Sort of. Did such a thing exist in their line of work? Really? Probably not. -d
paradise and sin: Did she shout or did she squeak? Something this cute probably only squeaks. Except, she had just as much of an Irish temper as he did, try as she might to conceal it. The shout had him wincing, and he tilted her back away from him some, so she was tipped in a lean. Sam was correcting things, the truth of them, and even offering a different version as a suggestion, and Molly was bound to fall for either because that's just how Molly was. Brows simply lifted -- he was leaving this shit to Sam. She brought Moll into it. She could fix it. Adam would just correct it later, when Molly was sober, and no one was skittering little ideas into her head. But she brought up his promises again, and from her shoulder to the opposite one, his hand snaked to slip that big arm behind her head, and draw her in to smush her face against the plastic flowers hanging against his chest. "I've not broken any promises, m'love." There were ways around everything, after all. "Why don't I buy you ladies a drink?" See. Nice brother. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Fuck...in the span of half an hour her level of sobriety had gone from nearly drunk, to a healthy buzz...and now...well the spiked adrenaline coursing through her system left her in need of another fucking drink, if only to chase the building headache away. Bad made worse when she willingly stuck herself between a rock and a hard place, not so much to protect Adam, as it was to spare his sister maybe? Who knew...whatever the case Sam was left fumbling for words, eventually just giving in with a little shrug.~ "I was high, I mean...I do acid with strangers after all. He was there, I hit the ground...maybe I just thought it was him cause it was all a blur." ~And the handful of hair that nearly got ripped out of her skull was just Adam trying to catch her, such a nice guy!~ "A drink...yeah. Rum...lots of rum." ~Cause any more whiskey was liable to make her vomit.~(d)
A Red Flash: Well, alright then. Shrugging it off as the woman turned away without taking his hand, he bent to give Jasper's head and sides another quick series of pets and scratches. She'd given him her name, but then she'd practically run off, claiming a need for a drink. Something that, it would seem, the trio near him were also about to do. Awesome. Let's all abandon the new guy. Not that he minded so much, really. He wasn't really the drinking type, and not just because he had to drive his boat back around, to the huge ass house they'd bought on Key Colony Beach. A house that was still mostly packed, because he and Jasper were lazy men, without Lennox there to remind them of things like unpacking the kitchen, or deciding on a room to be the nursery. God, a nursery.
balanced shores: Molly wasn't falling for anything. She was really confused now because if Sam had been high then maybe Sam had misread the situation with Adam. And that Adam hadn't really knocked her off her stool. Suddenly her anger was met with with plastic flowers and she was mumbling more cusses against his neck. But then he said something about another drink and Molly was shaking her head quickly. Pushing herself away from she coughed a bit. "No. I.. don'need anyt'in else.." Maybe she should have sobered up at the moment, but, well, she hadn't. Not all the way, anyway. She was still pretty buzzed, but she was in a weird place where she did not feel like jumping down her brother's throat again. "I t'ink… I jus'wanna go sleep…" She will totally Irish goodbye this popsicle stand, yanno. Adam better not try to hug her, if he does, she'll pull away. He was not her favorite person right now. [d]
Daria Daynes: Actually, Willow had just turned about to see if the waitress was somewhere. One hand lifted to flag the waitress over, perfectly timed with Adam declaring he would be beyond Sam and Molly, at least ,maybe herself too! A drink. She had missed the outstretched hand of Ethan. His puppy was too distracting. Willow was a girl, she fell for cuteness. She could be distracted, too. The family situation playing out seemed to be resolving. Willow glanced over to Sam, who was not throwing gas onto the situation, and nodded once to her. Not sure if she had greeted her or not. "New to town?" She glanced to Ethan now that she had given a drink order. -d
paradise and sin: For the record, he'd only cupped the back of her head to keep her from dropping to the ground too soon. He'd not pulled on her hair in any way. Stop exaggerating, SAM! Ha. He was quiet still while Sam ran around the possibilities of what had happened, and Molly announced that instead of partaking in rum with Sam, she'd rather go home. "We'll go then," he nodded; half turning some -- while keeping his arm firmly about Molly so she couldn't Irish goodbye on HIM. A signal was made to one of his -- had they all missed the entourage? There was always an entourage. Making the international sign for a drink, and a tilt of his head to Sam. "Enjoy the rum, party girl." Nothing else, he steered Molly back towards the door -- but thought better of trying to move through the crowd, so out from under the tiki they went, to walk the dock and go out around the building. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~After what had felt like an eternity of a blank stare aimed at Adam, Sam finally blinked...long and hard to the point that her eyes actually watered a bit. Tomorrow was going to suck, how the hell was she supposed to learn about sharp pokey things if she was hung over? Still, an offer for a free drink was hard to refuse. A quick glance to Molly and a little wave, sure she'd initially entertained the idea of volunteering to walk Molly home, but some how it just didn't seem like an idea that would fly...and since Adam had it covered anyway's, the wave would have to do. Ah! The aforementioned member of Adam's entourage who'd been signaled for...and already had a drink ready! Apparently Sam should have been more specific...cause what she got was one of those red and yellow stripped Bahama Mammas, complete with a pineapple skewer...fuck it, it was rum. With the Drink secured, a little wave was offered to Molly, and the man she hadn't been introduced to...another time maybe. And then...Sam stooped down and with her free hand gave that puppy a good scritching behind its ear~ "Good night puppers!" ~Emphatic, at least for her. And then it was out onto the sand and down the beach back towards the motel, munching idly on a piece of Pineapple...her first bit of food since the pancakes earlier in the day!~(D)
