Post by Mikaela Holden on Jun 7, 2016 8:14:47 GMT
Location: Private residence, Key Colony Beach
Characters: Sam Thompson, Cameron Edmonds, Ernesto Morales, Caesar de la Cruz, Mikaela Holden
paradise and sin: Lots of changes happening in the belly of the Network, but one thing would remain the same. Warren Harper knew how to throw a damn good party. Whether it was a night with an outlandish theme, or something low key, you were bound to have a good time at that glistening white sprawl of a mansion on a private stretch of Key Colony Beach. Sure the island was gated, but on nights when Warren was entertaining, certain exceptions were made to who go past the gates and into the affluent neighborhood. What a lot of people didn't know, was the house wasn't even his. The Network had bought it some years ago, letting the promoter use it to throw his shindigs. The guy was some a thirty something dot com millionaire who always let you keep guessing on what dot com he'd actually started up, and then sold for bookoo bucks to keep him in fast cars, tight ladies, and the latest gadgets. He had a lot of friends, who had a lot of friends, who had a lot of friends, etc etc. And they bought a lot of the Network's product at parties like these, which is why they were thrown often. Tropical Storm Colin wasn't going to stop a thing - and while the rain hadn't hit Marathon, the clouds sure had, and so had some wind -- making it the perfect night for a bonfire that wasn't just for LSD influenced aesthetics. Things had been hopping for a few hours now, but only for the last bit or so had Mikaela Holden been in house. These were dark times for young Kae, and she had every intention for losing herself in the evening and forgetting about it for awhile. Which would explain why she'd just slipped from a bathroom full of people still bent over the lines on the counter; swiping delicately at her nose. The lofty blonde parted through the crowd to find her way back outside -- bypassing the pool area and heading to the blaze outside; finding comfort in cool sand beneath her bare feet. Wrapping up! I promise! Tonight's attire consisted of a sheer white beach cover up, it's hemline short and it's neckline a plunging V, exposing the metallic gold of the bikini top worn beneath, and outline of the bottoms too. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~A fucking party...on a Monday, cause why the fuck not?! Work had sucked, or rather having to stay late at work cause some dick bag chef was to lazy to get off his ass and get the rush order he demanded for a fresh cuts from an expensive side of Kobe beef...but he'd also bought her last three eight balls, so could she really complain? In any case, the party was something that had drifted through the grapevine through the course of the day...and as always, invited or not...Sam was going to be there. And as always, fashionably late was the way to arrive...some few hours after it had kicked off before Sam found herself skulking up along the shore line dressed in her finest beach chic attire. Black sanuk beer koozie flip flops with a pair of forest green board shorts (someone had to rock 'em since Max was missing) and a white wife beater that did more than hint at the black bikini top that laid beneath. There was the briefest of pauses at the outskirts where the bodies had just begun to congregate in various collections...but crashing in on semi-circle half naked peoples conversations was not her first stop...nor was the bonfire, the main attraction for the night that burned bright enough to dim the stars themselves...rather the row of kegs off set some twenty feet or so along a sandbar cause fuck if she didn't need a drink. Solo cup was snatched from its piles and { SORRY MISSED A BIT HERE, BUT IT'S SAFE TO SAY THAT SAM GOT A DRINK. }
Bits N Bombs: Cam was well cam. Off doin' his thing. He knew where the computer was. Held in a very luxurious office. Currently door was closed and locked. The room was well , foggy. Hotbox an office? Damn skippy. Fingers were rattling a mile a minute across the keyboards. He went through a few lines of codes. Checked the fire walls. Set up a few blocks. Pretty much secured the computer systems of the house. It was usually the first thing Cam did when he got there. place was too important to the Network to let something stupid happen to it. Once he was completed, he tugged his flash drive from the computer and strapped it back to his key ring, tucking it into his pocket. Black and mild blunt was deeply inhaled before a slow puff of smoke was released. Standing from the seat he stepped for the exit in some black and red chucks. Door unlocked, Cam and a cloud of smoke would exit the office. Heading down the steps he was in a pair of black swim trunks with spread out red line design. Black shirt had bold red letters "Back in my day there was 9 planets" written across it. Head was in slow bang to the beats blasting through the place as he started hisway outside and heading for the crowd around the bonfire. Not with out passing through the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of Crown Royal. Palmed, he was soon nearing the warmth of the fire -d-
malos mares: Parties were not something that Ernesto Morales had been especially inclined towards during the last six years. He had little reason for frivolity. The suggestion that he attend this function had registered more like an order than an invite. An order which he obeyed, evidently. While he had once been quite the social butterfly, he finds little desire to connect with these strangers. Thus while he was standing in the midst of a ribald throng of people near the bonfire he may as well have been alone with that tall can of Tecate he was nursing. Occasionally someone near him would make a joke and while other people laughed, he forced a mechanical smile, a reflex more than a genuine reaction. His attention was more rapt by the pyre he was standing in front of, its tall flames licking up against the sky in an impassioned dance and casting out little glowing embers that waltzed off in the wind before blinking out. The hypnotic pull of the bonfire was broken when he felt a sudden nudge at his ankle. He looked down to see that an errant volley ball had found its way over to him. "A little help?" Someone called to him, waving from over near the net Ernesto dipped his foot under the ball and scooped it up onto the top of his foot before bouncing it up onto his knee a time or two to get control of it. After the last bounce he let it drop, turned and kicked it with the side of his foot, lobbing it up over the heads of other party goers and back over to the players.[d]
paradise and sin:The music that pumped from the speakers surrounding the house seemed to beat in time with her own pulse. Or maybe that was just the beat of her heart she heard so loud, so prominently. Moving right past the kegs, and Sam, with nary a glance that'a way, Mikaela kept going towards the fire -- but came to a full and complete stop just feet away from those gathered there when Ernesto stood from where he sat into the line of her sight. Teeth dug their way into her lower lip to stop it's sudden tremble, and her feet made the swift decision to turn about and go back where she'd come from before the coke in her system told her feet to man the fuck up. So she spent half a day locked up in the dark with the guy in a makeshift cold dank prison, with the worst gotta pee feeling in the entire world nearly the whole freakin' time? What of it? Be cool, man. By the time he sent the ball back to where it belonged, Kae had made her approach. "That was a cool thing you did, bouncing it on your knee like that. I've never seen that." Yes you have, stupid. It's called soccer. "I mean, I have. Totally have. Just not you doing it." -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~No one existed, least far as she cared at the moment...the fire, the people...hell even the music itself seemed to fade out as the last few drops trickled into the cup that was promptly brought to waiting lips and tilted back, with one deep breath the entirety of the cup was chugged, just as she had the first beach party...only this time there were no annoying frat dudes to cheer her on. Lids that had shut tightly finally fluttered open as the last of the beer was downed. Done only so the process could be repeated, keg was pumped and again the cup was filled to the brim...there was no chugging this go round, no no...with her beer topped back off, the sanctity of the kegs was finally abandoned. Drawn into the hypnotic dance of the flames, Sam quickly found herself sufficiently lost, idly sipping at the beer while the gears turned~(D)
Bits N Bombs: Cameron looked around noting the faces he knew and the one's he didn't. Watching everyone at the moment as he took another slow toke and exhale. Eyes watched the volley ball then the conversation happening , smirking just a bit before he noticed Sam coming over with her beer. Walking around he'd stepped beside her. Giving a slight shoulder bump. " Hey you " He said with a nod of his head. Holding the bottle of Crown up that he had not yet touched,to her with a raise of brows " Hmm? " Signaling if she wanted any to go with her beer. -d-
malos mares: What was there to be so afraid of? The man was a few inches shy of six feet, built by manual labor, and dressed as casually as could be in a white t-shirt and jeans. However indomitable he may have been, he did not cut an imposing figure. Hell, she's probably never even heard him raise his voice. When she wandered on over and paid him some semblance of a compliment he managed a smile that was genuinely amused. He's picking up what you're putting down, Mikaela. "No gud playin' futbol onna boat," He reminded her, casting a sidelong glance of brown and green eyes her way as he took a drink from that red 24oz. can. Most of his time was spent cruising open waters from here to Puerto Morelos, he didn't get many opportunities to play. His gaze, maybe, is was puts people off. When he looked at someone they may as well have been the only person in the room, or on the beach, as it were. She seemed to have recovered from their little stint in confinement. [d]
deviI inside me: Well, wasn't this nice. Caesar had been there from the start. Just that he hadn't yet stepped foot outside. He was mingling, well, not so much mingling as he was getting high with other party goers. Having gone as far as to assemble a smoking circle inside. The Network needn't worry themselves, because it wasn't any of their products. This came from his little hobby on the side. After he'd grown tired of everybody's face, he decided to step outside. The bonfire burning on the beach. It's blaze lured many party goers to congregate more outside. Caesar left several of his crew that had accompanied him back at the smoking circle. They were far too wasted now to be of any real benefit. Caesar returned to his camouflage cutoffs for tonight's party. Given that he was attending a bonfire, he didn't much care to chance wearing his kilt just so he could get sand in his crevices. Pirate dreads were reined back over broad shoulders so as not to impede his vision. Bound together by a couple black elastic hair bands. Wearing a black 'beater with a couple chains, dog tags, and prayer beads hanging from around his neck. A pair of black and white checkered slipons were all he wore on his feet. Eventually he made his way from the house down to the beach at his own leisure. /d
paradise and sin: Did he know that his smile seemed to brighten up his whole face? Mikaela did -- but it seemed to click even more now; causing her to squint at him, and lean in a little to study it -- despite it's briefness. A confounded look set in the crease of her brow, vision shifting north from the study of his smile to eyes that were fixated on her face. A closed-lipped curve of a smile at the contact; one that went hidden a moment later by her hand when she knuckled softly at the sniffle of a nostril. "You could totally play on a boat," a graceful tilt to her golden crown, and she ambled a little closer as more people seemed to join the fire and crowd it's space. "Just gotta be careful not to kick it to the sharks. I hear they're shit at the game. All fins, no feet." Recovered? Had she? She'd been too pissed off, or too out of her own head in the past few days since to know if it was recovery or simply coping. Or none of the above. The fire illuminated features with her closer steps; the bruising above her brow had gone down, and the cut further healed, but makeup had done little to cover the redness that splotched the line of her left cheekbone -- faint as it was, and still resembling the print of a pair of knuckles. Yeah. Probably none of the above. "How are you?" -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~The nudge to her shoulder proved to be just enough to snap Sam out of her little daze, sea green eyes darted up from the particular piece of burning ember she'd been staring at, and quickly whipped over to the source, only to find Cam looming over her...and yes, at six a half feet tall...that was the correct term. The man was regarded with a sidelined glance, until the bottle of crown was offered up, only then did she turn to fully face him.~ "Well, if you're going to twist my arm!" ~And that was her greeting. Free hand all to happy relieved the man of the bottle, said bottle was then brought up to just barely hover over her mouth before it was tilted back for one very heavy handed pour that filled her entire mouth before she swallowed down. Eyes closed tightly and a ragged little breath was drawn in, followed by a bit of coughing.~ "...smoooth. " ~Finished, but the bottle was handed back to Cam...instead she turned from him.~ "Come on." ~Not like she half didn't expect him to follow, considering she'd taken his bottle...and then it was right over to where Kae and Ernesto were standing...mostly because she wanted to confirm her hunch about the delivery earlier in the day, since she hadn't gone back to the Dive to check for herself. Now all up in the pairs business, the bottle was held out towards both~ "Look what Cam brought for us!" (D)
Bits N Bombs: Cam shrugged in response before the bottle was taken and he watched her take a mouth full before dropping it down the hatch. "Trying to forget something?" He said in tease before the lil tattooed minx was walking off with the bottle.: Gratitude? Sheesh. But she was also saying, come on so he figured why the hell not. Frame would turn and chucks would start their walk behind her heading over to the duo he stepped away from earlier. Once his good ol buddy oh pal of his was making his presence on the beach and caught in his eyes, Cam would give Caesar a nod, if seen and keep on moving till his bottle was now being offered to the others two. "What can I say? Guess I'm a generous guy. " The fact he took the bottle and well could have cared less even if he had bought it, made it so. Donations be it legit kinds or the giving away of stuff cause it didn't matter to him to friends and or well anyone passing was done often by Cam. He could honestly give a shirt off his back if the mood struck. "Having fun yet are we ? "He asked looking around to the three of them -d-
malos mares: Was it his smile brightening his face or just the flickering orange glow of the fire? Truthfully though, he used to smile all the time before all this. It was a shame what'd become of him. The telling rub she gave the side of her nose was not lost on his keen eyes. Having spent the better part of three years processing snow for Tomas Esteban, he was no stranger to the effects it had on people. There was a fleeting twitch at the corner of his mouth. He's not a fan of it, personally, but he won't condemn a person for their own vices unless he had a good damn reason. Her comment at least garnered another smile. His gaze strayed down the front of her momentarily when she stepped closer and for a momen he didn't think it was the fire that was making his face feel so hot. "Everyting's aarite," he assured her in his dulcet Kriol. He looked as though he were about to say something more, perhaps in regard to themark on her cheek when they were joined by Sam and Cameron. He tipped his chin up in a nod to both, whom he was familiar with by sight but not especially close. He knows of a lot of people involved with the Network, but he doesn't know them and neither do they know him. "Yeah, s'a gud time. Weh di gaan an?" He asked either of them. It's ok if they don't understand him, not many people do unless he tones down his unusual dialect. Should he be met with confused looks he'd follow up with, "Que paso?" Which, though it still wasn't English, was far more discernible. [d]
deviI inside me: Caesar soon joined everyone by the bonfire. Both arms folded over his chest, he just watched as the fire danced. For a moment he just kind of spaced out while standing there. Although, his attention soon returned to everyone around him. Between Sam's voice, Cameron's voice, and some strange accent he thought sounded like a Spanish Boomhauer, he just kind of stared. "Christ. It's Peter Pan and Tink. And no, Cam, you ain't Peter Pan." He's looking at you Bieber. "Sam, are you behavin'?" That was a stupid fuckin' question. Caesar's eyes landed on the bottle of whatever she had with her. "I see they finally let you out, Kae. You too. Whoever the fuck you are." Tomas had probably told him who Ernesto was, but considering they were contained inside a storage unit, he must not have felt it was all that important. Oh well. No one should take Caesar's not knowing who they are personally. He would eventually learn your name if you were important enough. Word association helped. For Cam, it was computer. For Sam, it was fuckin' annoyance. And for Kae, well, it was jailbird now. /d
paradise and sin: Truthfully, Mikaela didn't go skiing often. Sure, she'd dabbled while in high school -- who didn't growing up around here where you could just as easily get coke in a baggie as you could in a freakin' can at the corner store. Coming from a long like of addicts helped keep her nose clean, but we're currently on an Alice down the rabbit hole sort of spiral, that could far too quickly go out of control if she wasn't careful. The signs were already there -- too big for her britches sometimes. Watch. It'll happen again. "I'm glad, I was really -- " Whatever she was really was going to have to wait. Suddenly, there was Sam and Cam, and their approach came from behind her and it startled her enough to take another step and a half towards Ernesto; her shoulder bumping into his when she whirled about to face the pair; swallowing hard and tasting the bitter aftertaste of the cocaine in that swallow. A nervous play was made with the thin gold chain of the tiny seahorse that never it's place around her neck. "Hey," she managed just as Caesar made them a quintet, blinking a little as he greeted with .. wait, was all of that supposed to be funny? It rang insulting in Mikaela's ears, and stiffened her in her placement still where she stood too close to Ernie. A sharp intake of breath through her nostrils, and told ya it was gonna happen again. He got to Ernesto, and Mikaela snapped out, "Fuck off and mind your own damn business, Caesar." -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~After that minute or so it took Sam and Cam to burst in on the private conversation of the storage wars survivors, was about the length of time it took Sam to realize she needed a fucking chaser for that mouthful of whiskey...damn good thing she still had the beer! Red Solo cup was sipped at, and since neither Kae or Ernesto made a play for the bottle of crown, she promptly huffed into her beer.~ "Prudes!" ~It was all in jest of course, which would have hopefully been obvious by the ear to ear grin Sam was sporting. The bottle eventually found itself being offered back to Cam, since she'd stolen it from him to begin with.~ "Guess they dont like your gift Cam....speaking of gifts...Kae, I got your text about a pack-" ~Words fell short as Caesar bounded into the conversation and shoulders slumped as an audible grumble escaped.~ "...Fuck, does anyone have a clock?" ~Okay, so it was an esoteric rip at Mr Hook. But Sam had only just turned to face the man, missing the jumpy nature that lead to Kae firing off that had her quickly wiping back around to face her.~ "Atta girl, finally someones showin' some balls around here." ~Did she have a clue as to what the bigger picture was? Of course not...she rarely did~(D)
Bits N Bombs: Cam was letting everyone else talk. Mostly he came to hang out, party, get out of the house. If Sam had things she wanted to tell Kae go for it, if business might go down, whatever. Cam was an easy tag along. When he looked to Malo hearing his accent he smirked. Responding to his garbled English with " Li k ap pase trè bon nonm mwen. Pa gen anyen tankou yon feu bèl fè moute pou yon ka ta gen nan la Lendi . Pa gen ?" Turning head as Caeser came in with his comments. " I'd certainly hope not. I'd have to ask you to take an eye test calling a tall ass black man a lil white boy " ge said with a little bit of a chuckle. Bottle was given back to him from Sam and he only smiled " More for us damita " he said as bottle was raised up and he took about a double shots worth of the Crown and swallowed it down easily. As Kae was starting to go off on Caesar Cameron shook his head. "Can we drop the dramas and just enjoy the the night? " Cam was not one for conflicts but in this business sadly there was a lot. From bad deals just walking home at night back in lil Haiti. Was war out her. Be it guns or politics. -d
malos mares: There was a curious lift in his expression when Cam addressed him. He caught maybe a fragment of that since his only understanding of French was because of it's occasional similarities to Spanish. He did smile though, and nodded, grateful at least for the attempt to connect. Mikaela's little bump into him caused a hand to raise automatically, landing lightly on the small of her back for a second to still her from wavering any more before recoiling. His gaze lit upon Caesar. The way the man greeted him came as no surprise and elicited no ire from him. Ernesto wasn't slighted, or if he was he had dutifully hidden it. Honestly, sometimes it was better not to register on the radar of the Network's higher ups. "It were a nice lil vacation, huh?" He said, to Mikaela though he wasn't look at her, in regard to Caesar's off color remark regarding their stay in the storage unit. "Room service wus for shit, but d'view wus gud," He said in a fashion that suggested his view at the moment left much to be desired.[d]
deviI inside me: Caesar simply leveled his narrowing gaze onto Kae and just glared daggers through her. There were no words, for he had absolutely nothing to say to her right now. Nothing that would've seen this evening end on anything positive at least. So, he chose to take the high road. For now. He didn't like it, that much was obvious by his rigid body language. The fact that his fists clenched at his sides. Yeah, he was a powder keg about to explode. It showed amazing restraint on his part not to just go for his gun. But, he sure as shit didn't want to wind up the same storage unit they did by acting out. Instead, he just turned his attention back to Sam. "What was that about balls? The fuck would you know about balls? Samantha." Caesar's expression was deadpanned, his tone was cold and emotionless, and his eyes clearly had murderous intent in them. Then he turned his attention back to Ernesto when he chose to make light of Caesar's initial comments. Rather than take them as an insult. "It's good to know at least someone doesn't have a goddamn stick up their ass. Well done, amigo." /d
paradise and sin: The brief touch of the supporting hand against her back felt like fire through the tissue paper thin fabric of her cover up, and the heat quickened the beats of her heart. Or maybe it was the coke. There was no good reason to have snapped the way she did, other than she was just so simply .. over it. All of it. Caesar chose to intimidate silently, settling his dark gaze on her -- but whatever his desired effect was, it didn't seem to take. Maybe she was just far too used to the alternative. Tomas would have dragged her off by an arm, and gave her a matching mark to the one he'd already put on her face less than twenty four hours ago. Adam? Nobody would probably ever see Kae again. Sam piped up her approval, Cam sought to diffuse the tension, and Ernesto chose underhanded insults that seemed to go straight over Caesar's head. Mikaela only stared back; shoulders taut, jaw line clenching, and .. Jesus, when did it get so hot. The sand beneath her displaced when she turned a full circle about; too big pupils centering first on the odd colors of Ernesto's, before she gave him her profile with the turn of her face to regard Sam. "Don't." Her tattooed tenant had already proven well enough she had enough sass to go around the islands for everyone. "He can't cut me down, but you?" Just a lift of her brow to leave the threat unspoken, and then her body heat brushed along Ernest's arm as Mikaela took herself from the fire, toward where the water broke on the shore. Fucking hot. Too hot. Just step away, and already peeling off the white linen that covered her bikini. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~So much for a fun night out...Well, the night still held a great deal of potential, English Molly had agreed to meet up with her...all she had to do was blow this popsicle stand. But it wasn't like she was tucking tail and running. While they were all busy shooting eachother daggers, free hand reached into her pocket and fished out her cell, which was flipped open (yes it was a flip phone!) only to have her little scowl quickly tug into a Cheshire grin...speak of the devil, the little blonde minx had arrived. A quick text was fired back before her attention finally drifted back to the little gathering, eyes darted from face to face before landing on Kae with a raised brow.~ "Oh, come now sweetie...He's not gonna wanna go and do something stupid like that. Not when I stand to make him a lot of fucking money...or a lot more money anyways." ~Since apparently they all shat gold. Was she over valuing her position, probably...but confidence was the key to every fucking thing, and the key to fucking everything. A quick shift of her attention to Caeser and another flashed grin.~ "Sorry El Capitain...I'm not quite the ball expert you are. While I can't promise I'll work on it...I am gonna go study a pair of tits. Still wanna have that talk though." ~And lastly to Cam (sorry ernesto, no sass for you) ~ "Thanks for the drink. I'm sure I'll run into ya lurkin' on a roof or something." ~The whole lot of them were offered a three fingered salute and off she went into the crowd to find English Molly and her big ass that would have given Sir-mix-alot a heart attack~(D)
Bits N Bombs: That black and mild blunt of his was cashed. Looking at it he flicked the remains into the bonfire. Another sip was given to the bottle, tossing back another double shots worth before he set the bottle down " I'm just gonna leave this baby right here for you folks. Looking to Sam he nodded " Hope so " he said before adding " Can always use a look out " he smirked before patting Caeser's back " I'm out of here man. Shit needs handled. Ya know how it goes. I'll see you around. Turning to face Ernesto and Kae. The way they had snuggled up there in the sand, looking the two over " Ahem... " Pausing a moment as he looked them in the eyes back and forth a second " If ya need it I think saw a fishbowl inside. Ya'll have a happy night ya hear me " He said with ear to ear grin. Depending on the party that meant keys. A swingers party but there was more likely a bowl full of condoms " Peace! " he said tossing a peace sign up in the air high as he walked off -d-
malos mares: Whether he had been making light of the comment or making veiled insults was of little consequence. Caesar was privy to a cordial sort of semblance of a smile and a nod as he lifted his can of Tecate for another drink. "De nada." Ernesto hadn't been looking for a fight anyway, or to end up back in that storage unit (or somewhere worse, for that matter). He'd just been trying to deflect some of Mikaela's unwarranted wroth. He watched her closely before she checked him on the arm as she staggered unceremoniously off towards the water. Ahem is right, Cam. He sort of cleared his throat, rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly with his free hand and tried to ignore what the hacker had been implying. When he and Sam were gone that left him standing near the fire with Caesar. Ernesto glanced at him, then down at his feet in the sand. "..I uh.." He started, suddenly at a loss for words. The hand on his neck slipped down and with his thumb he gestured in the direction Mikaela had gone off in. Just gonna go over here and make sure she doesn't drown, is what he was getting at while already backing away from the fire to follow her.[d]
paradise and sin: It was slightly .. for the best .. Mikaela missed Cameron's insinuation, or even his assumption of some sort of snuggling that wasn't actually happening. There was bound to be more than a clearing of the throat in response with Mikaela's jumpy temper tonight. What was said the other night? Every party has a pooper, that's why we invited you. Good job, Kaekae. Halfway to the water, and she let gazelle legs lead her into a spin -- and there was Ernesto following. Had he appointed himself babysitter? Maybe he'd fare better than Tomas, though the Puerto Rican had found himself an unwilling party to that role. "There's a song," she called out, stopping where the sand was compact and wet. Her arms spread out, and the wind from the Gulf storm brewing north of them whipped about in it's coolness, lifting and dancing through multi-faceted blonde like they were streamers. "You can be a bad mother fucker, but that don't make you a man." Rather than sing the lyric, she simply recited the words; sniffling hard there after, and frowning at the man's approach. When he was close enough, her hand shot out for his, warm and trembly fingers catching and holding on. "Let's go find a shark, and eat it." Possibly the best idea she'd ever had, in this moment. Right here, right now. Ernesto's hand released, Kae turned about and bounded loopy legged into the crashing white capped waves. -d-
Characters: Sam Thompson, Cameron Edmonds, Ernesto Morales, Caesar de la Cruz, Mikaela Holden
paradise and sin: Lots of changes happening in the belly of the Network, but one thing would remain the same. Warren Harper knew how to throw a damn good party. Whether it was a night with an outlandish theme, or something low key, you were bound to have a good time at that glistening white sprawl of a mansion on a private stretch of Key Colony Beach. Sure the island was gated, but on nights when Warren was entertaining, certain exceptions were made to who go past the gates and into the affluent neighborhood. What a lot of people didn't know, was the house wasn't even his. The Network had bought it some years ago, letting the promoter use it to throw his shindigs. The guy was some a thirty something dot com millionaire who always let you keep guessing on what dot com he'd actually started up, and then sold for bookoo bucks to keep him in fast cars, tight ladies, and the latest gadgets. He had a lot of friends, who had a lot of friends, who had a lot of friends, etc etc. And they bought a lot of the Network's product at parties like these, which is why they were thrown often. Tropical Storm Colin wasn't going to stop a thing - and while the rain hadn't hit Marathon, the clouds sure had, and so had some wind -- making it the perfect night for a bonfire that wasn't just for LSD influenced aesthetics. Things had been hopping for a few hours now, but only for the last bit or so had Mikaela Holden been in house. These were dark times for young Kae, and she had every intention for losing herself in the evening and forgetting about it for awhile. Which would explain why she'd just slipped from a bathroom full of people still bent over the lines on the counter; swiping delicately at her nose. The lofty blonde parted through the crowd to find her way back outside -- bypassing the pool area and heading to the blaze outside; finding comfort in cool sand beneath her bare feet. Wrapping up! I promise! Tonight's attire consisted of a sheer white beach cover up, it's hemline short and it's neckline a plunging V, exposing the metallic gold of the bikini top worn beneath, and outline of the bottoms too. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~A fucking party...on a Monday, cause why the fuck not?! Work had sucked, or rather having to stay late at work cause some dick bag chef was to lazy to get off his ass and get the rush order he demanded for a fresh cuts from an expensive side of Kobe beef...but he'd also bought her last three eight balls, so could she really complain? In any case, the party was something that had drifted through the grapevine through the course of the day...and as always, invited or not...Sam was going to be there. And as always, fashionably late was the way to arrive...some few hours after it had kicked off before Sam found herself skulking up along the shore line dressed in her finest beach chic attire. Black sanuk beer koozie flip flops with a pair of forest green board shorts (someone had to rock 'em since Max was missing) and a white wife beater that did more than hint at the black bikini top that laid beneath. There was the briefest of pauses at the outskirts where the bodies had just begun to congregate in various collections...but crashing in on semi-circle half naked peoples conversations was not her first stop...nor was the bonfire, the main attraction for the night that burned bright enough to dim the stars themselves...rather the row of kegs off set some twenty feet or so along a sandbar cause fuck if she didn't need a drink. Solo cup was snatched from its piles and { SORRY MISSED A BIT HERE, BUT IT'S SAFE TO SAY THAT SAM GOT A DRINK. }
Bits N Bombs: Cam was well cam. Off doin' his thing. He knew where the computer was. Held in a very luxurious office. Currently door was closed and locked. The room was well , foggy. Hotbox an office? Damn skippy. Fingers were rattling a mile a minute across the keyboards. He went through a few lines of codes. Checked the fire walls. Set up a few blocks. Pretty much secured the computer systems of the house. It was usually the first thing Cam did when he got there. place was too important to the Network to let something stupid happen to it. Once he was completed, he tugged his flash drive from the computer and strapped it back to his key ring, tucking it into his pocket. Black and mild blunt was deeply inhaled before a slow puff of smoke was released. Standing from the seat he stepped for the exit in some black and red chucks. Door unlocked, Cam and a cloud of smoke would exit the office. Heading down the steps he was in a pair of black swim trunks with spread out red line design. Black shirt had bold red letters "Back in my day there was 9 planets" written across it. Head was in slow bang to the beats blasting through the place as he started hisway outside and heading for the crowd around the bonfire. Not with out passing through the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of Crown Royal. Palmed, he was soon nearing the warmth of the fire -d-
malos mares: Parties were not something that Ernesto Morales had been especially inclined towards during the last six years. He had little reason for frivolity. The suggestion that he attend this function had registered more like an order than an invite. An order which he obeyed, evidently. While he had once been quite the social butterfly, he finds little desire to connect with these strangers. Thus while he was standing in the midst of a ribald throng of people near the bonfire he may as well have been alone with that tall can of Tecate he was nursing. Occasionally someone near him would make a joke and while other people laughed, he forced a mechanical smile, a reflex more than a genuine reaction. His attention was more rapt by the pyre he was standing in front of, its tall flames licking up against the sky in an impassioned dance and casting out little glowing embers that waltzed off in the wind before blinking out. The hypnotic pull of the bonfire was broken when he felt a sudden nudge at his ankle. He looked down to see that an errant volley ball had found its way over to him. "A little help?" Someone called to him, waving from over near the net Ernesto dipped his foot under the ball and scooped it up onto the top of his foot before bouncing it up onto his knee a time or two to get control of it. After the last bounce he let it drop, turned and kicked it with the side of his foot, lobbing it up over the heads of other party goers and back over to the players.[d]
paradise and sin:The music that pumped from the speakers surrounding the house seemed to beat in time with her own pulse. Or maybe that was just the beat of her heart she heard so loud, so prominently. Moving right past the kegs, and Sam, with nary a glance that'a way, Mikaela kept going towards the fire -- but came to a full and complete stop just feet away from those gathered there when Ernesto stood from where he sat into the line of her sight. Teeth dug their way into her lower lip to stop it's sudden tremble, and her feet made the swift decision to turn about and go back where she'd come from before the coke in her system told her feet to man the fuck up. So she spent half a day locked up in the dark with the guy in a makeshift cold dank prison, with the worst gotta pee feeling in the entire world nearly the whole freakin' time? What of it? Be cool, man. By the time he sent the ball back to where it belonged, Kae had made her approach. "That was a cool thing you did, bouncing it on your knee like that. I've never seen that." Yes you have, stupid. It's called soccer. "I mean, I have. Totally have. Just not you doing it." -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~No one existed, least far as she cared at the moment...the fire, the people...hell even the music itself seemed to fade out as the last few drops trickled into the cup that was promptly brought to waiting lips and tilted back, with one deep breath the entirety of the cup was chugged, just as she had the first beach party...only this time there were no annoying frat dudes to cheer her on. Lids that had shut tightly finally fluttered open as the last of the beer was downed. Done only so the process could be repeated, keg was pumped and again the cup was filled to the brim...there was no chugging this go round, no no...with her beer topped back off, the sanctity of the kegs was finally abandoned. Drawn into the hypnotic dance of the flames, Sam quickly found herself sufficiently lost, idly sipping at the beer while the gears turned~(D)
Bits N Bombs: Cameron looked around noting the faces he knew and the one's he didn't. Watching everyone at the moment as he took another slow toke and exhale. Eyes watched the volley ball then the conversation happening , smirking just a bit before he noticed Sam coming over with her beer. Walking around he'd stepped beside her. Giving a slight shoulder bump. " Hey you " He said with a nod of his head. Holding the bottle of Crown up that he had not yet touched,to her with a raise of brows " Hmm? " Signaling if she wanted any to go with her beer. -d-
malos mares: What was there to be so afraid of? The man was a few inches shy of six feet, built by manual labor, and dressed as casually as could be in a white t-shirt and jeans. However indomitable he may have been, he did not cut an imposing figure. Hell, she's probably never even heard him raise his voice. When she wandered on over and paid him some semblance of a compliment he managed a smile that was genuinely amused. He's picking up what you're putting down, Mikaela. "No gud playin' futbol onna boat," He reminded her, casting a sidelong glance of brown and green eyes her way as he took a drink from that red 24oz. can. Most of his time was spent cruising open waters from here to Puerto Morelos, he didn't get many opportunities to play. His gaze, maybe, is was puts people off. When he looked at someone they may as well have been the only person in the room, or on the beach, as it were. She seemed to have recovered from their little stint in confinement. [d]
deviI inside me: Well, wasn't this nice. Caesar had been there from the start. Just that he hadn't yet stepped foot outside. He was mingling, well, not so much mingling as he was getting high with other party goers. Having gone as far as to assemble a smoking circle inside. The Network needn't worry themselves, because it wasn't any of their products. This came from his little hobby on the side. After he'd grown tired of everybody's face, he decided to step outside. The bonfire burning on the beach. It's blaze lured many party goers to congregate more outside. Caesar left several of his crew that had accompanied him back at the smoking circle. They were far too wasted now to be of any real benefit. Caesar returned to his camouflage cutoffs for tonight's party. Given that he was attending a bonfire, he didn't much care to chance wearing his kilt just so he could get sand in his crevices. Pirate dreads were reined back over broad shoulders so as not to impede his vision. Bound together by a couple black elastic hair bands. Wearing a black 'beater with a couple chains, dog tags, and prayer beads hanging from around his neck. A pair of black and white checkered slipons were all he wore on his feet. Eventually he made his way from the house down to the beach at his own leisure. /d
paradise and sin: Did he know that his smile seemed to brighten up his whole face? Mikaela did -- but it seemed to click even more now; causing her to squint at him, and lean in a little to study it -- despite it's briefness. A confounded look set in the crease of her brow, vision shifting north from the study of his smile to eyes that were fixated on her face. A closed-lipped curve of a smile at the contact; one that went hidden a moment later by her hand when she knuckled softly at the sniffle of a nostril. "You could totally play on a boat," a graceful tilt to her golden crown, and she ambled a little closer as more people seemed to join the fire and crowd it's space. "Just gotta be careful not to kick it to the sharks. I hear they're shit at the game. All fins, no feet." Recovered? Had she? She'd been too pissed off, or too out of her own head in the past few days since to know if it was recovery or simply coping. Or none of the above. The fire illuminated features with her closer steps; the bruising above her brow had gone down, and the cut further healed, but makeup had done little to cover the redness that splotched the line of her left cheekbone -- faint as it was, and still resembling the print of a pair of knuckles. Yeah. Probably none of the above. "How are you?" -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~The nudge to her shoulder proved to be just enough to snap Sam out of her little daze, sea green eyes darted up from the particular piece of burning ember she'd been staring at, and quickly whipped over to the source, only to find Cam looming over her...and yes, at six a half feet tall...that was the correct term. The man was regarded with a sidelined glance, until the bottle of crown was offered up, only then did she turn to fully face him.~ "Well, if you're going to twist my arm!" ~And that was her greeting. Free hand all to happy relieved the man of the bottle, said bottle was then brought up to just barely hover over her mouth before it was tilted back for one very heavy handed pour that filled her entire mouth before she swallowed down. Eyes closed tightly and a ragged little breath was drawn in, followed by a bit of coughing.~ "...smoooth. " ~Finished, but the bottle was handed back to Cam...instead she turned from him.~ "Come on." ~Not like she half didn't expect him to follow, considering she'd taken his bottle...and then it was right over to where Kae and Ernesto were standing...mostly because she wanted to confirm her hunch about the delivery earlier in the day, since she hadn't gone back to the Dive to check for herself. Now all up in the pairs business, the bottle was held out towards both~ "Look what Cam brought for us!" (D)
Bits N Bombs: Cam shrugged in response before the bottle was taken and he watched her take a mouth full before dropping it down the hatch. "Trying to forget something?" He said in tease before the lil tattooed minx was walking off with the bottle.: Gratitude? Sheesh. But she was also saying, come on so he figured why the hell not. Frame would turn and chucks would start their walk behind her heading over to the duo he stepped away from earlier. Once his good ol buddy oh pal of his was making his presence on the beach and caught in his eyes, Cam would give Caesar a nod, if seen and keep on moving till his bottle was now being offered to the others two. "What can I say? Guess I'm a generous guy. " The fact he took the bottle and well could have cared less even if he had bought it, made it so. Donations be it legit kinds or the giving away of stuff cause it didn't matter to him to friends and or well anyone passing was done often by Cam. He could honestly give a shirt off his back if the mood struck. "Having fun yet are we ? "He asked looking around to the three of them -d-
malos mares: Was it his smile brightening his face or just the flickering orange glow of the fire? Truthfully though, he used to smile all the time before all this. It was a shame what'd become of him. The telling rub she gave the side of her nose was not lost on his keen eyes. Having spent the better part of three years processing snow for Tomas Esteban, he was no stranger to the effects it had on people. There was a fleeting twitch at the corner of his mouth. He's not a fan of it, personally, but he won't condemn a person for their own vices unless he had a good damn reason. Her comment at least garnered another smile. His gaze strayed down the front of her momentarily when she stepped closer and for a momen he didn't think it was the fire that was making his face feel so hot. "Everyting's aarite," he assured her in his dulcet Kriol. He looked as though he were about to say something more, perhaps in regard to themark on her cheek when they were joined by Sam and Cameron. He tipped his chin up in a nod to both, whom he was familiar with by sight but not especially close. He knows of a lot of people involved with the Network, but he doesn't know them and neither do they know him. "Yeah, s'a gud time. Weh di gaan an?" He asked either of them. It's ok if they don't understand him, not many people do unless he tones down his unusual dialect. Should he be met with confused looks he'd follow up with, "Que paso?" Which, though it still wasn't English, was far more discernible. [d]
deviI inside me: Caesar soon joined everyone by the bonfire. Both arms folded over his chest, he just watched as the fire danced. For a moment he just kind of spaced out while standing there. Although, his attention soon returned to everyone around him. Between Sam's voice, Cameron's voice, and some strange accent he thought sounded like a Spanish Boomhauer, he just kind of stared. "Christ. It's Peter Pan and Tink. And no, Cam, you ain't Peter Pan." He's looking at you Bieber. "Sam, are you behavin'?" That was a stupid fuckin' question. Caesar's eyes landed on the bottle of whatever she had with her. "I see they finally let you out, Kae. You too. Whoever the fuck you are." Tomas had probably told him who Ernesto was, but considering they were contained inside a storage unit, he must not have felt it was all that important. Oh well. No one should take Caesar's not knowing who they are personally. He would eventually learn your name if you were important enough. Word association helped. For Cam, it was computer. For Sam, it was fuckin' annoyance. And for Kae, well, it was jailbird now. /d
paradise and sin: Truthfully, Mikaela didn't go skiing often. Sure, she'd dabbled while in high school -- who didn't growing up around here where you could just as easily get coke in a baggie as you could in a freakin' can at the corner store. Coming from a long like of addicts helped keep her nose clean, but we're currently on an Alice down the rabbit hole sort of spiral, that could far too quickly go out of control if she wasn't careful. The signs were already there -- too big for her britches sometimes. Watch. It'll happen again. "I'm glad, I was really -- " Whatever she was really was going to have to wait. Suddenly, there was Sam and Cam, and their approach came from behind her and it startled her enough to take another step and a half towards Ernesto; her shoulder bumping into his when she whirled about to face the pair; swallowing hard and tasting the bitter aftertaste of the cocaine in that swallow. A nervous play was made with the thin gold chain of the tiny seahorse that never it's place around her neck. "Hey," she managed just as Caesar made them a quintet, blinking a little as he greeted with .. wait, was all of that supposed to be funny? It rang insulting in Mikaela's ears, and stiffened her in her placement still where she stood too close to Ernie. A sharp intake of breath through her nostrils, and told ya it was gonna happen again. He got to Ernesto, and Mikaela snapped out, "Fuck off and mind your own damn business, Caesar." -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~After that minute or so it took Sam and Cam to burst in on the private conversation of the storage wars survivors, was about the length of time it took Sam to realize she needed a fucking chaser for that mouthful of whiskey...damn good thing she still had the beer! Red Solo cup was sipped at, and since neither Kae or Ernesto made a play for the bottle of crown, she promptly huffed into her beer.~ "Prudes!" ~It was all in jest of course, which would have hopefully been obvious by the ear to ear grin Sam was sporting. The bottle eventually found itself being offered back to Cam, since she'd stolen it from him to begin with.~ "Guess they dont like your gift Cam....speaking of gifts...Kae, I got your text about a pack-" ~Words fell short as Caesar bounded into the conversation and shoulders slumped as an audible grumble escaped.~ "...Fuck, does anyone have a clock?" ~Okay, so it was an esoteric rip at Mr Hook. But Sam had only just turned to face the man, missing the jumpy nature that lead to Kae firing off that had her quickly wiping back around to face her.~ "Atta girl, finally someones showin' some balls around here." ~Did she have a clue as to what the bigger picture was? Of course not...she rarely did~(D)
Bits N Bombs: Cam was letting everyone else talk. Mostly he came to hang out, party, get out of the house. If Sam had things she wanted to tell Kae go for it, if business might go down, whatever. Cam was an easy tag along. When he looked to Malo hearing his accent he smirked. Responding to his garbled English with " Li k ap pase trè bon nonm mwen. Pa gen anyen tankou yon feu bèl fè moute pou yon ka ta gen nan la Lendi . Pa gen ?" Turning head as Caeser came in with his comments. " I'd certainly hope not. I'd have to ask you to take an eye test calling a tall ass black man a lil white boy " ge said with a little bit of a chuckle. Bottle was given back to him from Sam and he only smiled " More for us damita " he said as bottle was raised up and he took about a double shots worth of the Crown and swallowed it down easily. As Kae was starting to go off on Caesar Cameron shook his head. "Can we drop the dramas and just enjoy the the night? " Cam was not one for conflicts but in this business sadly there was a lot. From bad deals just walking home at night back in lil Haiti. Was war out her. Be it guns or politics. -d
malos mares: There was a curious lift in his expression when Cam addressed him. He caught maybe a fragment of that since his only understanding of French was because of it's occasional similarities to Spanish. He did smile though, and nodded, grateful at least for the attempt to connect. Mikaela's little bump into him caused a hand to raise automatically, landing lightly on the small of her back for a second to still her from wavering any more before recoiling. His gaze lit upon Caesar. The way the man greeted him came as no surprise and elicited no ire from him. Ernesto wasn't slighted, or if he was he had dutifully hidden it. Honestly, sometimes it was better not to register on the radar of the Network's higher ups. "It were a nice lil vacation, huh?" He said, to Mikaela though he wasn't look at her, in regard to Caesar's off color remark regarding their stay in the storage unit. "Room service wus for shit, but d'view wus gud," He said in a fashion that suggested his view at the moment left much to be desired.[d]
deviI inside me: Caesar simply leveled his narrowing gaze onto Kae and just glared daggers through her. There were no words, for he had absolutely nothing to say to her right now. Nothing that would've seen this evening end on anything positive at least. So, he chose to take the high road. For now. He didn't like it, that much was obvious by his rigid body language. The fact that his fists clenched at his sides. Yeah, he was a powder keg about to explode. It showed amazing restraint on his part not to just go for his gun. But, he sure as shit didn't want to wind up the same storage unit they did by acting out. Instead, he just turned his attention back to Sam. "What was that about balls? The fuck would you know about balls? Samantha." Caesar's expression was deadpanned, his tone was cold and emotionless, and his eyes clearly had murderous intent in them. Then he turned his attention back to Ernesto when he chose to make light of Caesar's initial comments. Rather than take them as an insult. "It's good to know at least someone doesn't have a goddamn stick up their ass. Well done, amigo." /d
paradise and sin: The brief touch of the supporting hand against her back felt like fire through the tissue paper thin fabric of her cover up, and the heat quickened the beats of her heart. Or maybe it was the coke. There was no good reason to have snapped the way she did, other than she was just so simply .. over it. All of it. Caesar chose to intimidate silently, settling his dark gaze on her -- but whatever his desired effect was, it didn't seem to take. Maybe she was just far too used to the alternative. Tomas would have dragged her off by an arm, and gave her a matching mark to the one he'd already put on her face less than twenty four hours ago. Adam? Nobody would probably ever see Kae again. Sam piped up her approval, Cam sought to diffuse the tension, and Ernesto chose underhanded insults that seemed to go straight over Caesar's head. Mikaela only stared back; shoulders taut, jaw line clenching, and .. Jesus, when did it get so hot. The sand beneath her displaced when she turned a full circle about; too big pupils centering first on the odd colors of Ernesto's, before she gave him her profile with the turn of her face to regard Sam. "Don't." Her tattooed tenant had already proven well enough she had enough sass to go around the islands for everyone. "He can't cut me down, but you?" Just a lift of her brow to leave the threat unspoken, and then her body heat brushed along Ernest's arm as Mikaela took herself from the fire, toward where the water broke on the shore. Fucking hot. Too hot. Just step away, and already peeling off the white linen that covered her bikini. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~So much for a fun night out...Well, the night still held a great deal of potential, English Molly had agreed to meet up with her...all she had to do was blow this popsicle stand. But it wasn't like she was tucking tail and running. While they were all busy shooting eachother daggers, free hand reached into her pocket and fished out her cell, which was flipped open (yes it was a flip phone!) only to have her little scowl quickly tug into a Cheshire grin...speak of the devil, the little blonde minx had arrived. A quick text was fired back before her attention finally drifted back to the little gathering, eyes darted from face to face before landing on Kae with a raised brow.~ "Oh, come now sweetie...He's not gonna wanna go and do something stupid like that. Not when I stand to make him a lot of fucking money...or a lot more money anyways." ~Since apparently they all shat gold. Was she over valuing her position, probably...but confidence was the key to every fucking thing, and the key to fucking everything. A quick shift of her attention to Caeser and another flashed grin.~ "Sorry El Capitain...I'm not quite the ball expert you are. While I can't promise I'll work on it...I am gonna go study a pair of tits. Still wanna have that talk though." ~And lastly to Cam (sorry ernesto, no sass for you) ~ "Thanks for the drink. I'm sure I'll run into ya lurkin' on a roof or something." ~The whole lot of them were offered a three fingered salute and off she went into the crowd to find English Molly and her big ass that would have given Sir-mix-alot a heart attack~(D)
Bits N Bombs: That black and mild blunt of his was cashed. Looking at it he flicked the remains into the bonfire. Another sip was given to the bottle, tossing back another double shots worth before he set the bottle down " I'm just gonna leave this baby right here for you folks. Looking to Sam he nodded " Hope so " he said before adding " Can always use a look out " he smirked before patting Caeser's back " I'm out of here man. Shit needs handled. Ya know how it goes. I'll see you around. Turning to face Ernesto and Kae. The way they had snuggled up there in the sand, looking the two over " Ahem... " Pausing a moment as he looked them in the eyes back and forth a second " If ya need it I think saw a fishbowl inside. Ya'll have a happy night ya hear me " He said with ear to ear grin. Depending on the party that meant keys. A swingers party but there was more likely a bowl full of condoms " Peace! " he said tossing a peace sign up in the air high as he walked off -d-
malos mares: Whether he had been making light of the comment or making veiled insults was of little consequence. Caesar was privy to a cordial sort of semblance of a smile and a nod as he lifted his can of Tecate for another drink. "De nada." Ernesto hadn't been looking for a fight anyway, or to end up back in that storage unit (or somewhere worse, for that matter). He'd just been trying to deflect some of Mikaela's unwarranted wroth. He watched her closely before she checked him on the arm as she staggered unceremoniously off towards the water. Ahem is right, Cam. He sort of cleared his throat, rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly with his free hand and tried to ignore what the hacker had been implying. When he and Sam were gone that left him standing near the fire with Caesar. Ernesto glanced at him, then down at his feet in the sand. "..I uh.." He started, suddenly at a loss for words. The hand on his neck slipped down and with his thumb he gestured in the direction Mikaela had gone off in. Just gonna go over here and make sure she doesn't drown, is what he was getting at while already backing away from the fire to follow her.[d]
paradise and sin: It was slightly .. for the best .. Mikaela missed Cameron's insinuation, or even his assumption of some sort of snuggling that wasn't actually happening. There was bound to be more than a clearing of the throat in response with Mikaela's jumpy temper tonight. What was said the other night? Every party has a pooper, that's why we invited you. Good job, Kaekae. Halfway to the water, and she let gazelle legs lead her into a spin -- and there was Ernesto following. Had he appointed himself babysitter? Maybe he'd fare better than Tomas, though the Puerto Rican had found himself an unwilling party to that role. "There's a song," she called out, stopping where the sand was compact and wet. Her arms spread out, and the wind from the Gulf storm brewing north of them whipped about in it's coolness, lifting and dancing through multi-faceted blonde like they were streamers. "You can be a bad mother fucker, but that don't make you a man." Rather than sing the lyric, she simply recited the words; sniffling hard there after, and frowning at the man's approach. When he was close enough, her hand shot out for his, warm and trembly fingers catching and holding on. "Let's go find a shark, and eat it." Possibly the best idea she'd ever had, in this moment. Right here, right now. Ernesto's hand released, Kae turned about and bounded loopy legged into the crashing white capped waves. -d-
