*He's not generally one for relaxing. He likes to be busy. But a day on the beach... He can get behind that. He's stretched out on the sand with his arms crossed behind his head, watching the few clouds travel across the sky. He's wearing swim trunks and a plain t-shirt*
Sasha wasn't beyond parking her ass next to a lone stranger. Besides, he was in a prime spot. She unfurled her towel and slipped out of loose pants and shirt she wore over her swimsuit and flopped down next to him.
Sasha smirked and leaned back on her elbows. "You're a doll. I noticed there aren't a lot of people walking over this way, so there won't be anyone blocking the sun."
Of course Nate enjoyed the beach. It's part of the reason he never felt the urge to leave California. He didn't know who was hosting the shindig personally, but it was a friend of a friend of a friend, so he donned sunscreen and trunks and joined the small migration.
Brian was always up for a beach party. He didn't have to hang around the bar when the party was on a beach. He got his board shorts, brought his surfboard and after a few minutes chatting, went straight for the water. He could spend hours surfing, if left to his own devices.
But when he spotted Nate on the beach in some amazing swim trunks, he just had to get out of the water and talk to him. He gently drove his surfboard in the sand and leaned against it. "Hi."
Nate perked at the sound of a familiar voice. He turned to face Brian with a thousand-watt grin he couldn't reign in. Try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from giving Brian a furtive once over. Well, maybe not so furtive. Come on, who could blame him? Brian's just standing there glistening. That's asking for being ogled, isn't it?
Because it meant he could look Nate over without it being weird. Although, he really wished they were somewhere a little more private because those swim trunks were killing him.
[Harry is enjoying the sun, but he's not going to wear bloody swimsuit, thank you kindly! He's sitting on the sand, towel underneath him and his acoustic guitar on his lap. He's just stumming idly, sometimes playing licks and little snatches of songs but otherwise, he's just being lazy and taking a break from all the wizard stuff]
Will could definitely do to get a little sun. How he managed to stay so pasty and white while living in LA was anyone guess. Needless to say he stood out like a sore thumb among the sun-kissed bodies. Not just because of his complexion or his fluffy hair, but because of his obnoxious swim trunks.
Dani liked beaches. She wasn't crazy about them, but they were fun and an excuse to put on her tiny jean shorts and silver bikini top. There was no mistaking the fluffy hair of her boyfriend and she was eager to see him shirtless, except all her attention ended up on his swim trunks and holy Jesus.
She went over to him, hooked a finger in the waist band and pulled. "Come on, hot retro stuff."
"Whoa!" Will began to protest the minute her finger hooked into his shorts. He didn't think she'd go so far as to pants him public, but who knew? He followed that little tug, bringing his hands up to rest on Dani's hips with a little smile. Could she be any hotter?
"You're wearing curtains from the 70's," she said as she tugged him along, looking for a nice secluded spot. She liked Will a lot, but there was only so much she could take. And she was taking the shorts once she got him alone.
Shockingly, Face was about the last person she expected to see here. She stopped next to him and folded her arms across her chest. "Of all the beaches in all the country... It's been a while."
She rolled her eyes and then started to pat herself down, waist to ankles, despite the bare legs. Then she grew wide-eyed, like she really had forgotten something important. "Oh my god! I can't believe I forgot it again!"
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"This spot's not taken, is it, tiger?"
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But when he spotted Nate on the beach in some amazing swim trunks, he just had to get out of the water and talk to him. He gently drove his surfboard in the sand and leaned against it. "Hi."
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"Hey! How's it going?"
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Because it meant he could look Nate over without it being weird. Although, he really wished they were somewhere a little more private because those swim trunks were killing him.
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She went over to him, hooked a finger in the waist band and pulled. "Come on, hot retro stuff."
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