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The Beach, Saturday night, after sunset

Amber was accidentally drunk. Yesterday in Normandy she had purchased a cheap, big-assed bottle of wine because for one? it was cheap; second? it was a very pretty blue bottle with hand painted flowers all over it. She hated to open it, but she wanted to use it as a vase, and why waste the wine, right? Being that it was cheap, really how potent could it be?

Half way through the bottle she was finding out, except she just didn't recognize it as such. She kept popping Skittles in her mouth, an occassional Lemon Head and Tootsie Roll, but when that popping candy started falling, she held out her bottle of wine and let it catch some. Pretty soon she was drinking fuzzy, popping wine and it was gooooood.

Sitting on her butt, she tried concentrating on making a necklace of licorice by the foot. So far, it wasn't going so well. Probably cause she kept biting the connecting pieces.

[Yeaaaah, I don't know. It's open!]

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He was still a little irked over that whole name thing. So after ~~fighting over~~ discussing it with Turtle, Murdock took himself for a walk. Trying to clear his head a bit. He found the beach purely by accident, and as he walked along he spotted someone sitting on the sand.

Noting her licorice problem, he came a bit closer. "I have some of that."

"Some of what?" Amber tilted her head waaaay back to look up.

"Licorice." He fished some out of a jacket pocket and offered it to her.

Amber took it even though she had tons already. "I don't know you."

[I'm sorry! RL caught up with me and is being evil!]

"Murdock. Now you know me. Who are you?"

"I'm Amber Atkins," she grinned. "Wanna drink Murdock?" Amber showed him her fizzy wine.

"Amber. Pretty name." He gave a small shrug. "Sure. Why not?" He took a seat next to her and studied the bottle. "How'd you get all fizzy?"

"Thanks, Murdock! Ma must've thought it was pretty too." Amber leaned towards him, peering down at that bottle of wine. "Candy." She nodded firmly. "I don't have cooties either..." cause Amber'd been drinking straight from the bottle.

"Yah. There's a lot of candy today." He tilted his head back to look at the sky still raining candy. He stuck his tongue out and caught a gumdrop. "Mmm. Cherry." He cast Amber a quick glance. "Glad to hear you don't have cooties. Though I don't see why that'd especially be a problem." He took a swing of the wine, mulling it around a bit. "Not bad. French?"

"Fandom oddity," she bobbed her head up and down, brows raised. "I tried that once, nearly choked to death," waving her hand a bit, she referred to the candy-catching technique. "Some people don't like drinkin' after others but you're totally cool!" Pause. "Yah, you betcha! Cheap but it's good, eh?"

"That couldn't have been good. Glad you're okay. You just have to watch what you're aiming for. Gumdrops are easy. Candy canes not so much. They might get stuck in the wrong place, ya know."

He grinned a little. "Thanks. You seem pretty cool too. Sharin' wine an' all. Sometimes the cheap stuff is just as good. And it won't break your wallet neither."

"Yah, I managed fine," Amber said, words slightly slurred. "If I'd've been dead, you'd of known it right away."

Her logic was so sound.

"I'm not really cool. I'm kinda weird, Murdock, but I appreciate you sayin' so all the same. My wallet never breaks cause there's usually nothin' ever in it. Where're you from, uh?"

"Don't want nobody goin' dead. That would stink." He noticed the slur, but skipped it for now.

"Weird meets crazy," he chuckled. "So it works out. LA. Been there for the past ten years or so."

"Stink bad," she agreed with another head bob.

"You crazy? You don't look crazy, at all," Amber giggled. "Ooooh! LA. Niiiice. I'm from Minnesota. Mount Rose. The furthest west I've been is Alabama." Yeah, that made sense too!

He blinked and thought about that a bit. Either she had a terrible grasp of geograhpy or... He peered into the bottle. It was a little over half empty. "How long you been sittin' out here Amber?" She could have just been sipping it slowly. Right? Yah, probably not.

He shrugged a little, "Most crazy people don't look it right off. It can be hard to tell. Unless of course they run around with a cape or a sock puppet or some such. I think," he gave her a wary look, "that Alabama is east of Minnesota. Unless it moved. Which could be possible. We're on a moving island after all. Why can't a state move too?" That seemed logical right?

"Um..." she began to tick off minutes on her fingers. "Five minutes!" More like twenty.

"Well why are you crazy? I don't see a cape or a sock puppet. Though a sock puppet would be so funny!" Amber frowned and tried to picture the map of the United States in her head. She stared up at the stars. "East you say? Imagine that. Ooooh! I see the Little Dipper," she squinted. She didn't see it, not at all. Amber could barely see ten feet in front of her.

"Five huh?" That explained a lot.

"Well..." he dug through an inside jacket pocket. "I don't have Socky with me right at the moment. I'll make sure to let you meet him sometime. He's the cutest little doggie puppet you ever did see. As for the crazy bit..." He stared down at the sand, idly letting some run through his fingers. "That's a long story. Maybe I'll tell it to you some other time." He looked back up and smiled a little.

He glanced up at the stars. "Uh... I think we're in the wrong place to see that this time of year." He used her distraction to deftly ease the bottle around to the other side of him. Conviently out of Amber's reach. "Perhaps it's time to be heading back? Gonna be dark soon."

"Thanks, Murdock! Cute puppies are so sweeeet!" Amber tried hard to concentrate on the sand shifting through his fingers, she just leaned a little forward while doing it. "Okay. Stories are great. I've lots of them."

She giggled. "It's already dark, silly. But yah, you betcha. You wanna go?"

"I like stories too."

He hopped to his feet, snagging the bottle as he did so and quickly tucked it away into a jacket pocket. He really didn't think Amber needed any more wine, so he was determined to keep her from spotting it if he could. Out of sight, out of mind, that sort of thing. "Come on, gal," he stretched a hand out to her. "I'll walk with ya. So we can chat a bit more." That was the excuse, anyway. Really what he was trying to do was make sure she made it there in one piece. She might not directly be one of his students, but he was still a teacher and felt he had a responsiblity to her.

Looking up, she reached out and took his hand and slowly came up on her feet. "Oh my gosh. My head is like spinnin' out of control. Oh my."

[uhg, my inlaws have been here since this morning. save me.]

Edited 2008-06-01 22:06 (UTC)

"I imagine that it probably is," he replied lightly. "Whereabouts do you stay Amber?"

Edited 2008-06-02 01:03 (UTC)

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