Standing by the ocean's roar
Natalie had always been better at surfing than either Dylan or Alex (Actually, Natalie had always been better at pretty much everything with the possible exception of sleeping around, which Dylan had a natural talent for), but spending over a year on a tropical island had done quite a bit for Dylan's aptitude for the sport. Anytime the ocean was accommodating, she tried to seize the easy opportunity for an adrenaline rush.
The waves had been perfect, and it wasn't any great surprise that she was headed back from the beach in the orange light of the sunset, damp hair slicked back against her scalp, board tucked under one arm. It was the American flag bikini again, her shoulders and the bridge of her nose flushed a pleasant pink from being out in the sun all day.
[OOC: Dylan! Bikini! Come flirt, she needs to meet more people!]
The waves had been perfect, and it wasn't any great surprise that she was headed back from the beach in the orange light of the sunset, damp hair slicked back against her scalp, board tucked under one arm. It was the American flag bikini again, her shoulders and the bridge of her nose flushed a pleasant pink from being out in the sun all day.
[OOC: Dylan! Bikini! Come flirt, she needs to meet more people!]