Couple of Beach drabbles
I'm out of drabbling practice. Here's a couple of Buffy and Giles ones around the theme of Beach. Nothing special. Just having fun.
Drabble One
Buffy lazed gracefully on her towel, making the most of the evening sun. Salt and seaweed filled her nostrils. She loved this time of the day when the crowds had gone and the only sounds were seagulls and the rhythm of the waves raking the soft sand.
She watched a runner approaching her as he danced and hugged the waterline. She admired his steady pace and the grace with which he moved.
He snorted as he collapsed at her side and handed her a coke.
“Next time get your own.”
“Oh but where would be the fun in that Giles?”
Drabble Two
As he opened his door, Buffy's displeasure was pretty evident.
“Giles, we’re going to the beach not to a meeting with your grandmother’s attorney.”
“I’m perfectly aware of that. This is casual wear.”
“You’re wearing a jacket.”
“It’s more of a sports coat really.”
“And you’re wearing a tie.”
“It’s got little buckets and spades on it. I thought it was rather whimsical and ….” His voice petered out as Buffy folded her arms and narrowed her eyes.
“You can either change or be thrown into the sea dressed like that.”
He sulked upstairs.
“And lose the pants,” she shouted.
Drabble One
Buffy lazed gracefully on her towel, making the most of the evening sun. Salt and seaweed filled her nostrils. She loved this time of the day when the crowds had gone and the only sounds were seagulls and the rhythm of the waves raking the soft sand.
She watched a runner approaching her as he danced and hugged the waterline. She admired his steady pace and the grace with which he moved.
He snorted as he collapsed at her side and handed her a coke.
“Next time get your own.”
“Oh but where would be the fun in that Giles?”
Drabble Two
As he opened his door, Buffy's displeasure was pretty evident.
“Giles, we’re going to the beach not to a meeting with your grandmother’s attorney.”
“I’m perfectly aware of that. This is casual wear.”
“You’re wearing a jacket.”
“It’s more of a sports coat really.”
“And you’re wearing a tie.”
“It’s got little buckets and spades on it. I thought it was rather whimsical and ….” His voice petered out as Buffy folded her arms and narrowed her eyes.
“You can either change or be thrown into the sea dressed like that.”
He sulked upstairs.
“And lose the pants,” she shouted.