[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.

Comments

[gonna_live]

"...on whose account?" Kaylee curls her hand a little tighter around his.

[simon_doctor]

He meets her eyes.

"Ours," he says, and his voice tips up at the end, as though it's half a question.

[gonna_live]

There: a smile with some sun behind it.

"With pretty good reason."

[simon_doctor]

They're in public.



Who gives a damn.

Simon leans over and kisses the corner of her mouth, lightly.

[gonna_live]

They're in public.

Which means that when Kaylee sits back, she asks -- pleased, mind, but she still asks -- "What's gotten into you?"

[simon_doctor]

"I don't know," he says, sounding a little bemused. Smiling.

"...Euphoria's also a symptom of recovery."

[gonna_live]

"Just so long as you don't regret it in the mornin'."

[simon_doctor]

He chuckles, and picks up his coffee to take a drink.

[gonna_live]

"...what would you regret in the mornin'?"

She looks a little too innocent. "Just out of bein' curious and whatnot."

[simon_doctor]

Simon raises his head, and his eyebrows.

"Do you mean things I might actually enjoy doing at the time?"

[gonna_live]

Mildly affronted: "'Course." Another sizeable sip of hot chocolate. "We're not gonna waste time on doin' nothin' ain't fun."

[simon_doctor]

"Well, let's see. I would probably regret ... anything that left either or both of us stranded, broke, or publicly embarrassed ...."

He starts to tick points off on his fingers.

[gonna_live]

"...which are things ain't fun..."

[simon_doctor]

"...but can be aftereffects of things that are fun," he points out, very seriously.

[gonna_live]

"So what say we don't get drunk and wander off somewhere we shouldn't and get framed for somethin'?"

She's laughing a little.

[simon_doctor]

So is he.

"Has that ever happened to anyone you know?"

[gonna_live]

"Maybe." Grinning. "But I don't think it ought to happen tonight, do you?"

[simon_doctor]

"Definitely not."

He takes another drink of coffee, by way of emphasis.

"So what do you think should happen tonight?"

[gonna_live]

Kaylee leans forward, resting her chin on her linked fingers.

"I think we ought to stay out all night, get a little drunk, talk about anything and everything, go find a bit of abandoned sand, and watch the sun come up."

[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.