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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 1:43:20 GMT -5
He checked the quantity of the bottle. She might finish it off. He took another pull and then handed her the rest.
He snickered, uncertain what was so funny.
"You're the restraint in this operation." He tapped her forehead. "Don't forget it."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 1:56:20 GMT -5
She did indeed, finish off the bottle. What he was saying seemed important, and really, she wanted to know what he meant, but...what? What operation? What restraint? He made them sound like doctors. The idea of them being doctors made her laugh although she thought she'd probably be amazingly adorable in a nurse's outfit. "Won't forget." She promised, although she didn't really know what she was saying she wouldn't forget.
"I love zis place. Eets so peaceful." She said before laying down on the sand. It was warm under her and even if it got in her hair, she didn't care, it felt nice. "Do you love zis place?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 2:00:14 GMT -5
Where was the champagne bottle? He discovered it half buried and held it up. Rats. Only a little left. He finished it off anyway, not thinking about the fact they had downed two large bottles of alcohol by themselves.
He stretched out beside her. "Mmm..." He agreed. "Yes. Yes I love it."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 2:09:30 GMT -5
She lifted her head, which gave her the oddest swoop feeling and laid it down on his shoulder. To keep her hair out of the sand, of course. Marie found being completely and utterly sloshed and lying next to the boy she was not allowed to be crushing on was probably not the best idea and only now did she understand what Alex had meant by getting drunker.
Just the same she walked two fingers along an invisible line running from his stomach, to his chest where they stopped to do something kind of, sort of, not really resembling the can-can. "I am sorry I am such a bitch sometimes."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 2:14:28 GMT -5
There were two things in his brain right now. One, the sun on his face, which felt warm and nice, and two, Marie's fingers on his stomach, which also felt warm and nice, but tingly too.
A third thing managed to worm its way in when she spoke.
"I don't mind that you're a bitch," he replied airily. "In fact, sometimes I like it, when I'm not the one suffering. And sometimes, even then."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 2:19:23 GMT -5
Marie grinned again and flattened her hand. "Eet is fun most of ze time." She wished things were different. That she'd met him first, that she was more appealing than Nellie, that she didn't feel about him the way she did, that he didn't make her feel so much less alone. Even her best friends didn't have that effect and she was left wondering why. She twisted, propping her chin on the hand that rested on his chest.
For a moment, all she could think about was kissing him again and then a vague prick of unease because there was some reason she shouldn't be thinking of that. "Did we finish all ze alcohol?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 2:27:47 GMT -5
A chuckled vibrated through his chest. "Alas, we did." He sighed regretfully. Ch. He felt fine. That champagne was clearly flat. "I should say YOU finished it all."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 2:34:07 GMT -5
Marie laughed when he chuckled. "Zat tickled." She moved her hand and pressed her cheek there in it's place. "Do eet again!" It was hard to believe they'd finished it all on their own. Or that she'd taken the majority. She really didn't feel that drunk, but of course she hadn't tried to stand up yet.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 2:42:12 GMT -5
"I can't," he said, defying his words by laughing. "I can't laugh at will." (he'd missed the last two seconds, apparently). "Say something funny."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 2:44:58 GMT -5
"I cannot say somezing funny just like zat." She lifted herself up a bit and wriggled her fingers. "But maybe you are ticklish." Also missing the fact that he'd been laughing while denying the fact that he could laugh at will. Besides, there was something appealing about tickling Alex. She danced her fingers along his sides and up his neck while making that odd "Tika-tika-tika" noise that so often accompanies the act of tickling.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 22:36:00 GMT -5
"S-Stop," he protested. "I'm not-- even ticklish--"
Or at least, sober Alexander wasn't ticklish. He snagged her wrists and forced her hands away from his sensitive sides, and more sensitive neck.
"That's not fair," he pointed out. "I can't tickle you because you have broken ribs."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 23:10:24 GMT -5
Without her hands to support her, she felt against his chest. Not that she was complaining. "Not ticklish, hmm?" But Marie seemed to have given up and laid her head down on him. She liked being able to feel him breath in and out, feel his deep voice thrum out of him when he spoke. There was no need to move from this spot. Ever.
"Don't move, okay?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 25, 2008 17:21:34 GMT -5
Don't move? Not a problem. He made a noncommittal noise of consent, his eyes sinking close. Now, if she didn't move either, there was the strong possibility the long awaited nap would finally make its debut.
Something itched at the back of his brandy-addled mind, and it felt suspiciously like worry, but with very little effort, he pushed it away and embraced the languid relaxation of the moment.
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Post by Jules on Nov 25, 2008 21:34:35 GMT -5
He was warm, toasty, the sun was warm, the brandy and champagne swilled inside her and she almost didn't have to think about how sad she was, curled against him like a sleepy kitten. Her eyes fluttered shut and as she lost consciousness with a small smile on her lips.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 26, 2008 2:49:57 GMT -5
ooc; Closed? Or skip to the waking up/hangover? xD
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