Jesus, gimme a second, ( she chirps back, turning off the ignition in the middle of climbing out of the car herself, pressing the lock down manually with her finger before slamming the door shut and tucking his keys into the pockets of her jean shorts.
sara meets him around the front of the truck, tips her head towards the stairs that lead down to the sand and starts towards them. but not before some gentle ribbing, maybe literally with her elbow, too, a bump against his side, as she teases, ) Swear you're excited or something, Rory. Pretty sure the last time I saw you this happy was when you found out Gideon could fabricate copies of that shitty beer you like so much.
[is he excited? hell yeah he is. mick's having one of those rare good days™ where it feels like nothing, not even a little good natured teasing courtesy of one sara lance can bring him down. he's only been ranting about aruba for what? over a year? and while this beach might not be a tropical island where the soundtrack is a mix of crashing waves, steel drums, and jimmy buffett, there's at least a hot woman in a swimsuit and hopefully drinks somewhere in the cards for him.] It's an American classic. [he protests, raising an eyebrow at her.] But I will say Gideon's isn't quite right. Less skunky, I guess.
Geez. It's already packed. I'm gonna look ahead, see if I can't find a spot. [impatient as ever, mick shuffles down the steps toward the glittering sand which covers this section of eudio's coastline. at this time of day, most of the prime real estate is already claimed. but that's never bothered mick, and when he spots a pair of beach chairs with a nice, inviting umbrella he has zero compunctions with glaring expectantly at the couple who are currently occupying said space until they get the hint, packing up their stuff and departing. mick dumps their towels on the chairs and turns back toward sara and just winks.] Found one.
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sara meets him around the front of the truck, tips her head towards the stairs that lead down to the sand and starts towards them. but not before some gentle ribbing, maybe literally with her elbow, too, a bump against his side, as she teases, ) Swear you're excited or something, Rory. Pretty sure the last time I saw you this happy was when you found out Gideon could fabricate copies of that shitty beer you like so much.
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Geez. It's already packed. I'm gonna look ahead, see if I can't find a spot. [impatient as ever, mick shuffles down the steps toward the glittering sand which covers this section of eudio's coastline. at this time of day, most of the prime real estate is already claimed. but that's never bothered mick, and when he spots a pair of beach chairs with a nice, inviting umbrella he has zero compunctions with glaring expectantly at the couple who are currently occupying said space until they get the hint, packing up their stuff and departing. mick dumps their towels on the chairs and turns back toward sara and just winks.] Found one.