The North Pacific Kissing Booth

[me]smiles at Elton, because it's friggin' Elton John, and snaps his finger. A piano appears. Elton and Fib get out of the pool, and Elton begins tickling the ivories, Fib sprawls on top of the piano.

I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
we were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock
Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
when your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
when Suzie wore her dresses tight
and the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
But the years went by and the rock just died
Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy
Long nights crying by the record machine
dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans
But they'll never kill the thrills we've got
burning up to the Crocodile Rock
Learning fast as the weeks went past
we really thought the Crocodile Rock would last
 
If I see any sharks, I'll be careful. Also, YOU better watch it yourself. I typically have a three-bite reflex to being bitten.

[me]bites Fib's shoulder, and chin, and the tip of his nose. And then dunks him again.
 
"Did I say I was a vampire? Who said anything about vampires? You did. You have a secret thing for Stephanie Meyer, don't you?"

[me]splashes water at Fibs and sticks her tongue out.
 
No, no I don't.

[me]splashes IG back, sending a wall of water her way.

Also- stillllllll nekkie. You workin' on tan lines?
 
[me]sputters and wipes the water out of her eyes.

"Nope. Just don't feel like putting anything back on. Sorry if it's bothering you, but you're just gonna have to deal with it."
 
[me]shrugs.

Doesn't bother me. I heart boobies.

[me]leers exaggeratively. He then hops out of the pool and wanders into the bar, pulling an ice cold beer out of the cooler. He returns pullside, plops down on a lounge chair, and soaks in the sun.
 
[me]watches IG make sand castles for quite some time. After she seems to have completed one, he walks over to observe.

Nice work, IG.

[me]smiles mischievously and lifts his hands in the air like a dragon.

To bad it's about to be BURNINATED BY TROOOOOOOGDOOOOOOOOOOR!

[me]begins to stomp and claw towards the peaceful Castle de IG.
 
[me]whips off her sunglasses to fix the Fibdoooooooor with a burninating stare.

"If you do anything to this sand castle, I will bury you in this sand and sic a horde of angry hermit crabs at your head."

[me]puts her sunglasses back on.

"Frankly, I think this is just a ploy to get me to tackle you while I'm naked."
 
[me]bellyflops on top of the sandcastle, completely avoiding a nekkie IG. He then hops up, and sprints away, covered in mud and sand, bee lining for anywhere that isn't where IG is.
 
[me]laughs. And yells back at IG.

You had a mound of dirt. One turret and half a moat. Don't be dramatic. Also, careful about sitting like that. Could make for some later... discomfort.
 
"It might have looked like that to you, jerkface. You didn't see the dungeons."

[me]looks at Fib with a wounded glance and then heads off to the pool showers to rinse off the sand and find a robe.
 
Shhh. There were no dungeons. Don't be poutyface.

[me]runs after IG and tackles her into the sand, snogging her. He hops up and goes and stands in the shower, rinsing off the sand and mud. Then dives into the pool.
 
[me]retrieves her hat and sunglasses from the sand, rinses off herself, and slips into the sundress she had in her pool bag. Wandering over to the bar, she mixes herself a raspberry rickey and finds a comfy lounge chair and a book.
 
Lennart of Ehlnar kisses the mirror. (I did that, indeed. I'm a grown man. I'm not proud. Thinking about doing it again ...) :shrug:
 
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