June 30, 2074 - Retro pool party!

[ms_weetzie_bat]

"Lanky lizards!"

Weetzie couldn't believe her eyes when she and Slinkster Dog entered the pool area. She was decked out in the best retro swimwear she could find: a polka-dotted red bikini that Esther Williams could have worn. She wore a flower in her spit-curled blond hair, too, just like Esther, and perfect red lipstick and a bracelet with

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[adios_cowboy]

Oh yeah. He forgot: he's not that much of a party guy unless there's a bounty head making an appearance, although he can't say he won't take advantage of that table full of food. So much for taking a run through here on the track.

Party's a better option.

"Yo." He gives the girls a nod. The place sure as hell looks different, but like a walking talking iron filing standing right the hell next to a magnet, he's drawn to the food table where he picks up something that looks suspiciously like barf on a cracker.

If it's poisonous they wouldn't put it out to eat, right? He gives it an completely unconvinced sniff, then wonders if his sleight of hand is good enough to put it back without being noticed, and that goes to war right away with his always-hungry stomach.

Shit. A dilemma already.

[adios_cowboy]

Hell, it's still meat, even if someone doctored the shit out of it before they... uh... minced and blended it within an inch of its recognizable life. "Better than some of the shit I've had."

He could still use a beer, and sidles over to the bar he's never seen here before. Then again, if it was always here he'd never get through a workout. The lure of laziness and a nice cold Martian beer would be way too fucking strong. But here it is, and he nods to the robot back there and orders himself just that.

"Journeyed?" Hmm. He scratches his head. "Gone to a few of the local rocks with Julia, but aside from that, not really." He traveled for a long time, and now that he's found his woman again, he's just as content to stay put. "Julia just went to TJ."

Yeah, that's about it.

"You?"

[suchgoodwork]

"It's better than some of the...stuff...I've had, too." Like Simon, the practice of swearing has never come easily to her. Though she is possibly less stuffy about it.

"Simon and I went home for a little while. I'm very glad to be back here."

At least here she didn't have to worry quite as much about her friends being shot.

Though there was still the off-chance.

[adios_cowboy]

"Yeah, that was a while ago, right?" He remembers not seeing her for a while, not like that's anything new. No one's ever accused him of being the world's most sociable guy to begin with. Put Julia in the mix and he's even less likely to go around like some sort of social butterfly.

Maybe he ought to go see if she wants to join him at the party.

"You do anything good while you were there?" The question's vague as hell, but that's okay. It leaves the door wide open for River to be herself and answer whatever way she wants.

[suchgoodwork]

"A while ago, yes." It's strange to think of how long ago it actually was. It feels like forever, but it really wasn't. Her sometime lapse into metaphorical language was proof of that.

"We were...very busy, humiliating our universe's government. Exposing their secrets. Killing monsters. Things like that."

[adios_cowboy]

The way she says it is so matter-of-fact that it makes him laugh. "Tough day at the office, honey?"

Inside, he's just glad she's back okay. That she and Simon are back okay, although he never sees her brother but once in a blue fucking moon. Something must be keeping the guy busy but hell, it's not his business. He's been a little preoccupied the past however long himself.

"So, yo. Don't let me keep you from your party. I'll just be over here eating... uh... spiced ham and pork." He gives the mystery meat the eye, but now that he's actually tried some, it's... not that bad.

Not that bad at all.

[suchgoodwork]

"Okay," she says, grinning.

And then she hugs him around the waist. "Thank you for coming!" she says, before running off to greet some of her other guests.

This whole thing with having normal emotions can get rather overwhelming at times. And sometimes, River just has to cover it.

It wouldn't do to cry at a party, even if there was a song about that. And even if the tears were sort of happy.

[cloraltraveler]

Spader has to laugh when he sees Spike there. Coming on over, he grabs one of the things the man picked up and pops it into his mouth. Hm. Not bad. Just because of that, he helps himself to another.

"Hobey-ho, mate. You should try that."

He gives him a winning grin as he nods to the snack in his hand. Shifting the lei he's wearing, he looks around for something else to try. Despite being someone wearing wetsuit-like pants, no shirt, and a lei, he makes the look seem like he belongs somewhere on a tropical island.

(He'll have to find a picture of what a tropical island looks like.)

[adios_cowboy]

Try it, huh? Well, it is food, and since when has he ever turned down food? He's begged it, borrowed it, stolen it, cooked it -- badly -- and gone without it.

"You know what they say. Beggars can't be choosers." That's one thing they say, and he wonders who the hell They are and how They thought up so many damn platitudes, but he lifts the cracker with the shit on it to his mouth.

Huh. It's not exactly what he'd call good, but it's not exactly the worst thing he's ever had either. That honor goes to prairie oysters.

"So. Pool party." Spader's a water guy, if he remembers right. "This ought to be right up your alley."

[cloraltraveler]

He's never heard that saying before actually. He has to wonder where it came from. Oh well. There are a lot of sayings that he's not familiar with. At least that one actually makes some real sense.

"You bet it is. Couldn't resist coming to it when Weetzie first mentioned it." Of course, it helps that it was her that mentioned it. She's cute and a spiff girl.

"Wasn't about to miss this."

[adios_cowboy]

"Me... uh... well, no, I can't say that. Actually, I kind of forgot about it, came down here to work out, and found the party going on." His shrug is genial enough, though, and he's in a good mood because there's free food, so he smiles as pleasant as he ever does.

"So you know Weetzie, huh?" He barely does, and that's probably his own damn fault but... yeah, can't have a whole lot in common with everyone. Besides, there's only one woman here who makes his heart beat faster and puts a smile on his face, and the rest are fine and fun and sweet and all that shit, but they're not Julia. He might have messed around some in those three years -- hell, who doesn't? -- but she's the only woman for him.

Good thing he found her again.

[cloraltraveler]

"Nice timing on your part there, mate. Might want to work on that a snap." He laughs lightheartedly because really it is kind of funny that anyone could just forget when the signs have been up. Some with some interesting placements from the looks of things.

"I do. She's a spiff one. Got some personality going there."

He likes spirit. It keeps things interesting. Especially in pretty girls. He's still a healthy male, after all. So things like that are bound to catch his attention.

[adios_cowboy]

Not that he ever thinks about shit like that, but when he does, he's smart enough to put two and two together and come up with four. Maybe Spader and Weetzie are about the same age, and he's not so ancient that he can't remember what it was like being eighteen, nineteen, twenty, however old the two of them are. Hell, he was nothing but walking trouble at that age.

Everyone knew it, too. It's probably how come Mao had him living under Annie's watchful eye... like Annie knew everything he did. Yeah, right. He was able to keep a few secrets. He glances over at Weetzie, who looks like she's having fun.

"She sure does." She might not be his type -- even when he was that age she wouldn't have been his type -- but hell if that matters. She's obviously Spader's type, from the laugh and the shine in his voice

[cloraltraveler]

His first reaction is to blink in surprise. Obviously, he hadn't been expecting Spike to say that. Well actually, most people don't say things like that to him. Possibly because he hasn't shown a lot of genuine interest in people back home. There's one but that's another story.

But then...he's grinning.

"Have fun here, mate. I've got some fishing to do."

He gives him a wink and a wave of his hand. A little bit of a laugh and those long legs of his are carrying him across the room.