[Santo - The Beach]

[walk_ins]

[master post]

You have to walk down a ramp to get to the sand. The ramp stretches over sand dunes, with sea oats dotting them, blowing in the near-constant breeze. On the same level as the ramp: a boardwalk, dotted with places to get sketchy-looking fried food, to try your luck at a number of games of chance, to watch performers, to ride roller coasters of the future!!!!

When you walk down the ramp, it's all white sand and blue water. Down about half a mile is a pier that juts out several hundred feet.

It's a nice beach. Not too crowded.

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[simon_doctor]

Simon considers.

"It's a good plan," he allows judiciously. "Leaves some room for flexibility."

[gonna_live]

Her head tilts a little. Hopeful: "You mean it?"

[simon_doctor]

He nods, smiling. "Yes."

[gonna_live]

"Well."

She sits up, beaming, her smile trained nowhere but him. "I'd say hurry up and finish your drink, but... we don't exactly need to hurry for once."

[simon_doctor]

And oh, he's missed that smile.

"We don't," he agrees, and takes a leisurely sip.

"Unless you want to get there before the dancing starts."

[gonna_live]

"...you're not serious."

It's almost -- almost -- a squeal.

[simon_doctor]

"The fourth or fifth place down from here has a platform dance floor, right down by the water. They're going to have live music, tonight."

His smile is verging on smug.

"I looked into it yesterday."

[gonna_live]

"Simon -- " She's beaming so hard her face hurts. "How come you didn't say nothin'?"

[simon_doctor]

Very nonchalantly: "I thought I just did."

A pause, and he adds thoughtfully, "What's that phrase Captain Sparrow likes to use...?"

[gonna_live]

"He uses a lot -- which one?"

[simon_doctor]

"Something about waiting for the opportune moment."

He smiles. "I wanted to surprise you."

[gonna_live]

"You sure as hell did. -- you sure you're okay with this? 'Cause we don't got to -- "

Dancing, she remembers, has never been his favorite thing.

[simon_doctor]

"I'm sure," he says firmly. "At least for a little while."

Dancing is not his favorite thing, really, but ... the last time he and Kaylee danced was at their wedding.

It's something that might be worth doing again.

[gonna_live]

"For a little while." She curls her hand around her mug. "And I promise not to step on your feet."

[simon_doctor]

"I'll try not to step on yours either," he says solemnly, and raises his mug to her.

[gonna_live]

Two drinks later, and Kaylee isn't quite leaning heavily on Simon's arm as they wander out, and down the beach again.

"You still so sure you want to do this?"

[simon_doctor]

"Let's see when we get there," he says, pointing ahead.

The platform is lit with more paper lanterns, alternating with strings of blue and green lights, and just over half full of dancers. At one end is the band, already in full swing; they can hear the music from here, an insistent beat.

[gonna_live]

They walk, slow; Kaylee can feel her shoes filling with sand. But that's all right -- she's got a feeling she'll be barefoot anyhow, once everything starts. The cold isn't as much of a problem any more, either, as much as she's had to drink.

"...I'm gettin' a little nervous," she admits, once they get closer.

[simon_doctor]

"...really?"

He looks at her, suddenly uncertain.

[gonna_live]

"It's been a while." With her other hand on Simon's arm, too. "And I don't much feel like fallin' on my face."

[simon_doctor]

"Mm."

He studies her face, and then glances back at the dance floor as they draw closer.

"It's up to you," he says.

[gonna_live]

Her expression eases a little.

"You gonna throw some punches on my behalf if that happens before I sober up all the way?"

[simon_doctor]

Very seriously: "If it seems appropriate."

[gonna_live]

"Shiny." She beams up at him. "You ready?"

[simon_doctor]

He smiles down at her.

"Whenever you are, xin gan."