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[catchacold]

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/backdates this to the beginning of November because I need it anyway >.>

[widows_kiss]

Sex on the beach.

[ Because apparently their thing is now sending vague texts to instigate something idk. ]

[catchacold]

Hope we're talking about the drink, because otherwise that's not my thing for so many reasons.

Bar?

[widows_kiss]

What, not into sand in uncomfortable places? Wimp.

Yes, the bar. You're not busy?

[catchacold]

Too hot, too sandy. Don't fall in with a cold themed guy if you want romantic walks on the beach.

It's Wonderland. Never much to do when they're not turning us younger or weirder.

[widows_kiss]

It IS Novemeber, you realize. Our beach is fairly chilly at the moment. Although poor you, I suppose that would cause complications in itself. ;)

Point. I'll see you there.

[catchacold]

[He doesn't reply again, instead he sits at the bar, gets extra ice for his drink and then turns a tiny blue umbrella between two fingers. His drink is clear and icy, but he has actually ordered a Sex on the beach as well, in anticipation of her arrival.

So sweet.]

[widows_kiss]

[ The sweetest, obviously.

She saunters into the bar a few minutes later, dressed casually and comfortably, and slides up onto the stool next to his with a crooked smile. ]

Such a gentleman. Thank you for the drink. Were you already here?

[catchacold]

Nah. Close by.

[He turns the umbrella around his finger once, then takes his glass and lifts it.]

Any toast on your mind?

[widows_kiss]

Peanut butter?

[ She's teasing, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she lifts her glass to his, but there's something else in her expression too, a little harder to place.

Still, she seems to take his inquiry serious, thinking it over for a moment. ]

To not looking backwards.

[catchacold]

Cheers.

[Leonard might not technically have a thing to look forward to, not outside this place, but his issues aren't really a part of this. He knocks back the drink and then sets the glass down on the bar again.]

Wanna talk or just drink?

[widows_kiss]

Haven't decided yet. [ She takes a drink as well, albeit a little more moderately than he did. She sets the glass atop the bar, one fingertip tracing around the rim of it. ]

A friend of mine has been sent back home.

[catchacold]

Ah.

[He can imagine how that must feel, even if he hasn't really been there yet. He's lost a lot before coming here. He's been missing Ray before, which isn't a sentence he ever thought would be true.]

Someone you met here or someone you knew before?