Bentley Babes - Open RP once we get going

[anthony_crowley]

A package was sent to Cayce containing a relatively modest and completely generic red bikini and a letter:

Cayce,

You ready to do this? Come over tomorrow around noon. We'll do the tour and have a lake party/barbecue afterward.

Ciao,
Crowley

Ellie got a letter, but no package.

Ellie

Comments

[caycep]

Crowley,

Oh cripes, I guess I have to put my money where my mouth is, huh? Well, never let it be said I backed out of anything. See you tomorrow.

-C

PS. Great choice in swimwear.

The next day at noon, Cayce made her way over to Club 33. Over the red bikini, she'd put on a t-shirt and wrapped a towel around her waist. She felt really silly, but a promise was a promise and anyway, it was a whole hell of a lot better than boredom. Plus, it'd be fun to see the looks on the faces of the people who had probably learned to think of her as quiet and restrained. Which was, you know, almost everyone.

[anthony_crowley]

Crowley was in front of the club, shirt off, and washing his car by hand. He didn't have to, of course. The car didn't even need it. But it was something to do to pass the time and the physical exercise felt good, as did the sun on his bare back.

"Hey," was his greeting of choice as Cayce appeared, though the smile tugging at the edge of his mouth might have meant more.

[caycep]

Cayce laughed at the sight of shirtless, car-washing Crowley. "Oh ho ho, I didn't realize beefcake was part of the deal as well. Looking good, there."

[anthony_crowley]

The demon smirked. "Oh, I'll be my usual restrained self in the car and let you two lovely ladies have the spotlight. All bets are off for the lake party, though."

((Going afk for the afternoon. Sigh.))

[seafoamrisen]

Aphrodite was circling the park in swan-form when she saw the Bentley depart New Orleans Square.

She'd been saving up her grudge against Crowley, waiting for the right time to do something about it. She wanted to be cautious; even she realized that certain aspects of his power could probably trump hers. But the specific awareness she had of Crowley's experience with what humans knew as love and sexuality: that, she felt, gave her a bit of an edge.

Well, no time like the present to take a shot at him. Especially with those two girls in the car.

She descended from the air and, in a glittery cloud of rosepetals, she transformed from swan to human form, standing brilliantly a short way up the road where the Bentley would pass on its progress.

[anthony_crowley]

"What the fuck?" asked Crowley to no one in particular, slowing to a complete stop. Surprise he'd expected. Intrigue, sure. Puritanism, maybe. Glittery rose petals, not so much. Then he realised who it was.

Shit.

"My lady," he said as politely as a demon could manage and still retain some measure of self-respect.

[seafoamrisen]

"Crowley, darling," she replied, beaming. "Good afternoon to you, and to your lovely friends." She gave Cayce and Ellie a searching look, still smiling beautifully. "And are you enjoying yourselves?"

Not a hint of resentment at being left out of the fun.

[chantinellie]

Well, we were. Ellie smiled pleasantly, not liking this development at all (although it wasn't exactly unexpected.) She most certainly would have been pissed off in Aphrodite's place. As far as she was concerned, the lack of any apparent resentment pushed the situation past mere shit status all the way to shit fuck.

Thinking quickly, she reached down into the back seat, picked up a third goblet that hadn't been there a second ago--if Cayce noticed, well, she'd just have to notice--and said, "Just getting started, actually. Champagne?" Maybe a libation would at least take the edge off whatever mischief the goddess had in mind.

[ningyou_hime]

Sometime later as the Bentley went down the road, Chii walked by and watched it slowly pass, blinking. Hadn't Una said this sort of thing wasn't appropriate? Or was it okay because the girls were wearing something that covered the right parts, like Lily had tried to explain?

She had so many questions to ask now, but Chii could only watch, blink, and sound out a surprised, "Chii?" with a head-tilt. Then, naturally, she started trying to do the poses Cayce and Ellie had - Chii was learning.

[caycep]

Cayce caught a glimpse of Chii and flushed scarlet.

"Oh shit," she muttered.

[chantinellie]

Ellie followed Cayce's gaze and grinned. Sure, the kid was cute, but if she wanted to flaunt it too, who were they to tell her no? "Well, hey there, sweetie," she called out, waving. "Way to get your mojo working!"

[caycep]

Cayce smirked. "Hope you're ready to explain to her what 'mojo' is," she said to Ellie in an undertone.

[thebadboyfriend]

Somewhere around Adventureland, they passed a Logan. Who, incredulous, promptly sat up from his sprawl, blew a piercing whistle, and yelled out,

"Hey Cayce baby! Looking good!"

[caycep]

By this point, Cayce had had just enough champagne to take the edge off her embarrassment over the whole business, so when Logan whistled, she waved back at him merrily. "Why thank you, darling," she called back, and raised her glass in a toast.

[thebadboyfriend]

Darling? Ahaha.

Logan sprang to his feet and sauntered over to intercept the car as it passed. "Gotta say, this is a whole new side I'm seeing to your...to you," he said, leering cheerfully. (What? A girl - or a woman - wears a new bikini, it's only polite to show appreciation.)

"Are there going to be floats in a minute?" he inquired. "Marching bands? Hi, I don't think we've met," he added in Ellie's direction.

[caycep]

"Shocking, I know," she said, amused by the leer. "But you know, I was getting kind of bored, so anything for a laugh, y'know? Oh, and-Ellie, Logan, Logan, Ellie."

[philosopher_rex]

T-Rex was playing with his beach ball, and didn't immediately notice the vehicle. Soon his (large for a beach ball, which made sense considering who it was for) ball came bouncing toward them, though, although T-Rex somehow caught it with his spindly little arms before it got the chance to do any damage.

"Oh my goodness, is that -- a tiny car?!?" T-Rex lifted his foot, preparing to do some stomping, when another thought occurred to him. "Hey, wait, it looks like the right size to play Hot Wheels with! Maybe I could launch it off of something!"

Only then did he realize there were people inside the Bentley.

"Oh, hello, Cayce! Hello, tiny woman who had the party and let me yell at everyone! Hello, tiny racially insensitive dude I talked to on the bulletin board! How are you all doing today?"

[chantinellie]

"Whoa!" Ellie yelled when it looked like they were about to be stomped (she and Crowley between them could probably have saved them, but it might not have been pretty.) Once the danger was past, though, she grinned and waved happily at the big lunk. "Hi there, Rexxie! We're good, we've got champagne!" She raised her glass in proof. "What's the haps?"

She was slightly tipsy at this point, mostly because she wanted to be. It felt good. She was also wishing Crowley would realize he was sitting in a black car in a black suit under the midday California sun, and lose the damn shirt again...

[anthony_crowley]

Hey. Reptile. T-Rex would understand the whole heat thing. Maybe. Ellie was looking a trifle warm, though...

He shrugged, indicating the two ladies in bikinis. "Totally worth it," he said in response to being called racially insensitive.

[philosopher_rex]

T-Rex was, in fact, not as cold-blooded as reptiles like lizards -- or snakes -- but, unlike mammals, did take some cues from his environment. So he thought it was nice out and happily bounced his ball.

"The haps are awesome!" T-Rex told Ellie. "I got to stomp the Alice in Wonderland a couple times and so far, nobody's called me insane or told me to leave. Which is a good thing. I guess. I dunno, I kind of like it when there's conflict."

His comment about racial insensitivity hadn't been intended as particularly malicious. It was just the blunt-bordering-on-totally-obnoxious way he normally spoke. "Man, you know what you should do?" he told Crowley. "You should all get on the hood of the car and start dancing. Or you should have two of you dance on the hood while one of you drives the car through a hoop of flame and put it on YouTube!"

"Which isn't to say that I necessarily approve of the whole 'commodification of women' aspect, but if you can't be talked out of it, you might as well go all out."