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Aug 9, 2008 23:06:50 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 9, 2008 23:06:50 GMT -5
He pretended to be offended. "I didn't eat anything," he promised. He batted his eyelashes. "I was hoping you'd invite me."
Probably he had a greater chance of being hit by lightning, but it was fun to goad her, and after she'd threatened to kill him if he got one inch near her picnic basket, he'd go back to his nap.
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Aug 9, 2008 23:12:53 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 9, 2008 23:12:53 GMT -5
Uggggggh. She took a swig directly from the bottle and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Why?" What was in it for him? They weren't exactly buddy buddy. She stood and scooped up her basket, making a dash for the hammock before he could figure out what she was doing.
She flopped into sideways with grace, propping the basket on her crossed legs and digging her heels into the sand to keep the hammock still. "You can 'ave whatevair you want, if you let me stay in ze hammock." Marie had to dry off somehow and all that sand was not a good thing for her pretty little dress.
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Aug 9, 2008 23:15:54 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 9, 2008 23:15:54 GMT -5
His eyes popped about half a second too late when he finally caught on to what she was doing. He stormed over to the hammock, hands on his hips and a snarl in his throat. "No. No, no, no."
His precious retreat. How had this backfired so quickly?
He was almost like another sun for the heat he was radiating. "My hammock. Out."
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Aug 9, 2008 23:22:19 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 9, 2008 23:22:19 GMT -5
Well, at least her clothing was getting dried. And she'd found a way to goad him right back. Marie shook her head and dropped her basket gently to the ground before kicking her heels up and lying all the way down, taking another sip from the bottle.
"I don't know." Marie pretended to think about it. "Eet's cozy, you know? I like eet."
She faced him, hand shielding her eyes and grinned. "Monsieur."
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Aug 9, 2008 23:27:39 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 9, 2008 23:27:39 GMT -5
He'd show her cozy. In one stride he crossed the distance to the hammock and leapt nimbly to her other side. It wasn't a hammock meant for two and so it was definitely.... cozy. But next to him she'd be sweating in no time, that is if she didn't run screaming about cooties or something first. He snatched the bottle from her hands and took a long, hard swallow. "You asked for it," he reminded her, handing it back.
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Aug 9, 2008 23:37:06 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 9, 2008 23:37:06 GMT -5
Marie squeaked, but beyond that didn't seem to be too affected. It was hot, uncomfortably so, but she never did anything unladylike (Like sweat, fart, belch, snort, etc) and so she didn't really need to worry and she could wait it out. Hopefully. She watched him take her champagne and tilted her chin up (it was the rare girl who could look haughty while lying down in a one-person hammock with someone else.
"You zink too much of yourself, Alexandair." She muttered and crossed her arms, determined to bother him as much as possible now. She took a big sip from the bottle and then, graciously passed it back just to show how completely unphased she was.
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Aug 9, 2008 23:42:09 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 9, 2008 23:42:09 GMT -5
"That's what they keep telling me," he replied. He took another drink and let it rest in his relaxed hand over his stomach. Uh-oh, he thought with a twinge of panic. Probably it was the champagne, but his body relaxed in the hammock, actually comfortable. They were pressed right against each other, half-way entwined at somepoints, but she wasn't jabbing him anywhere and she didn't smell bad. She actually smelled pretty nice. The temperature was perfect, his eyelids heavy. Definitely not good.
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Aug 10, 2008 0:21:19 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 0:21:19 GMT -5
It was relaxing, after a while the heat wasn't that bad. Like getting used to a hot bath. When he wasn't talking, he wasn't that bad.
"Nnhuhh." She murmured in protest, slipping the bottle from his relaxed grip. The amount she'd had wasn't enough for much more then a pleasant little buzz. After another few sips though, Marie had had enough. The bottle fell onto the sand and she smiled luxuriously. One hand came up to check her ever-present choker as her head lolled almost accidentally onto his shoulder.
"Why don't you listen, zen?" She asked, but not with half-as-much oomph behind it as she'd intended.
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Aug 10, 2008 0:29:13 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 0:29:13 GMT -5
He grunted, shifting deeper, impossibly, into the hammock.
"Because," he drawled, bored, "I think I think of myself the exact right amount."
He twisted, noted that the little remaining champagne was on the ground, and sighed heavily. "Why are you out here by yourself, anyway? Don't you, like, thrive on socialism?"
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Aug 10, 2008 0:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 0:41:36 GMT -5
"I get tired of it." She replied, closing her eyes. "Eet's a lot, always 'aving to be ze perfect host." Her words weren't exactly right, but Marie often found it hard to express herself perfectly in English and she doubted he understood French. She murmured something in it anyways, but not loud enough for him to hear on the off chance he'd picked some up while doing whatever the heck it was he did all day.
"'Ow do you not care what people zink?"
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Aug 10, 2008 0:49:00 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 0:49:00 GMT -5
"Mmm...." The sleeve of her dress was damp and felt cool and lovely on his face as he snuggled closer to her.
"Dunno. I never have really."
Admittedly, it didn't always make him the most popular person in the world, but again--- didn't care.
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Aug 10, 2008 1:04:49 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 1:04:49 GMT -5
Looking down at him she started to feel a little confused. Wasn't she supposed to hate him? Where was all the anger she'd had not five minutes ago? Why were they snuggling in a hammock? Why did it matter? Marie gave up and figured he was about to fall asleep or something. Besides, she was too comfortable to move.
But she couldn't help digging at him. "Ah, so zat's why you look ze way you do." But it still didn't have that hard edge from before. "You're not as tough as you'd like people to zink."
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Aug 10, 2008 1:21:02 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 1:21:02 GMT -5
He snickered. "Ruggedly handsome? Yeah, that's all natural, sweetheart." He yawned, rolling his half-closed eyes. He'd heard it all before, and then some. 'You try to act so tough, but you just live a lie', 'All that arrogance is just a shield to keep people away'. Please. He'd been psycho-analyzed to the nines, he didn't need it from her.
"I'm tougher," he said, grinning because alcohol also gave him a great sense of self-humor.
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Aug 10, 2008 1:35:33 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 1:35:33 GMT -5
"Maybe." She said with an almost soft...niceness. Marie couldn't take him telling her he was tough while cuddling with her in a hammock on a beach seriously. Who would? "But I zink you are always just a leetle bit nice." She curled against him just to prove a point.
Huh.
He didn't smell like sulfur like she'd been expecting. And truth be told, she saw nothing wrong with staying like this until the sun went down except she wasn't supposed to like the boy. Marie opened her eyes to meet his gaze and smiled.
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Aug 10, 2008 1:40:15 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 1:40:15 GMT -5
A little bit nice? He turned his head, discovering that doing so put their noses a mere inch apart. He gave her a crooked, closed-mouth smile in return. "Don't tell anyone."
He blew out a slow breath. "I am really comfortable," he admitted.
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