( the song cuts through static, carries through the cab of the truck, and sara immediately turns her head fully towards mick, staring at him with a mystified sense of disbelief, smile curling into the corners of her mouth — a silent are you hearing this?
except she should probably keep her eyes on the road. her fingers flex against the steering wheel, full-on grinning as she tries in vain to keep looking forward. love, love will keep us together...
it feels like some kind of cosmic sign. you know, if sara really believed in that kind of thing. if she did, she'd think that captain & tennille might be telling them something. sara mouths along to the words without even thinking about it, making a turn down the street towards parking for the beach. )
[the phrase cat that ate the canary would be terribly cliche but still apropros for this particular situation they're in and the shit-eating grin that currently occupies the better part of mick's face. he is most definitely hearing this.
and reliving that moment, so long ago when mick and len were just getting to know sara lance. it's been years (it's been lifetimes for mick if he wants to really think about it) and he still thinks there's something viscerally appealing about how she moves. mick nods along to the sweet sounds of captain and tennille spilling forth from the speakers.
they roll on and on until finally she's turning into the parking lot for the beach. before she can even put the car in park, he's getting ready to exit, grabbing the towel up in his arms again once she's finally applied the e-brake, mick steps out, smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth as he turns his head to address her.]
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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except she should probably keep her eyes on the road. her fingers flex against the steering wheel, full-on grinning as she tries in vain to keep looking forward. love, love will keep us together...
it feels like some kind of cosmic sign. you know, if sara really believed in that kind of thing. if she did, she'd think that captain & tennille might be telling them something. sara mouths along to the words without even thinking about it, making a turn down the street towards parking for the beach. )
Hell of a song.
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and reliving that moment, so long ago when mick and len were just getting to know sara lance. it's been years (it's been lifetimes for mick if he wants to really think about it) and he still thinks there's something viscerally appealing about how she moves. mick nods along to the sweet sounds of captain and tennille spilling forth from the speakers.
they roll on and on until finally she's turning into the parking lot for the beach. before she can even put the car in park, he's getting ready to exit, grabbing the towel up in his arms again once she's finally applied the e-brake, mick steps out, smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth as he turns his head to address her.]
You comin', Lance?
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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.