The Beach; Saturday Evening [06/03].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was on the beach that evening, and there had been a text sent over to Blackstone, and not long after that, a bonfire had gotten started. There was also case of cheap beer on ice and a bottle of expensive whiskey on hand, as well as some chairs and logs conveniently ringed around it.

It wasn't, technically speaking, a soft revival of the Drunk and Bored Club, but Rosa was bored, and she was working on getting drunk, so maybe it might as well be.

[[ and now that I posted, I'm sure we'll get slammed at work buuuuut open beach is open! Come have a beer and maybe even be drunk and bored! ]]

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[what_the_shock]

As if Miguel wouldn't show up?

With the most awful hipstery beer he could find?

Someone had to give Rosa something to tear into.

[died8yearsago]

"Don't tell me you're actually planning on drinking that," said Rosa, who a absolutely did plan on drinking that, but not without making proper fun of it first. That's how it was with those hipster beers, right? You had to neg it to activate its flavors, or something.

[what_the_shock]

"That or toss it into the fire," Miguel said, shrugging. "See if it's hot enough to explode the can."

For science.

Look, there was a reason he was in Beaker's class every time, and it wasn't to learn things.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa's face went through a journey the more and more she considered this possibility. Especially since they were in the company of a blacksmith who did know a lot about getting things really hot...

"We should at least taste it first," she allowed, feeling a little bad about letting even terrible beer go to waste. "See how much it deserved the fire treatment."

[what_the_shock]

"Absolutely," Miguel agreed. He cracked open a can and took a sip, then made a "so-so" motion with his hand and held it out to Rosa.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa took the can and took a sip for herself, her eyes squinting a little bit in judgement as she considered. She took another sip, clearly not wanting to make too much of a knee-jerk response based on appearances alone, which was far more leniency than she'd ever give to a person. But beer was clearly more important. A third sip, and it was clear that her grip had changed on the can in a way to almost claim it as hers now, sorry Tightpants, you'll have to get your own now.

"We can maybe toss a few in," she decided. "Just to see."

The next sip was as close to voicing her actual approval of this terrible hipster beer than she'd allow.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. "Whatever's left at the end of the night. Just so it's not wasted."

[died8yearsago]

Rosa let out a huff of a laugh. "Only thing allowed to be wasted by then," she noted, feeling very proud of herself for this one, really, "is us, right?"

And she'd lift her beer to clink against Miguel's in a toast if she hadn't pretty much just took his. But it wasn't like there wasn't plenty of others for him to take.

[what_the_shock]

Which he absolutely was doing just to clink back, yes.

"Definitely." He grinned. Not that he would be, but he appreciated the wordplay.

[died8yearsago]

"So," said Rosa, "what's up? How've you been?"

Yes, they lived together. That's what made it funny.

[what_the_shock]

"Oh, not too bad," Miguel said, nodding. "I mean, the roommate has it in for me, but what else is new?"

[died8yearsago]

"Oh, yeah?" asked Rosa, controlling her smirk by putting it all into the intrigued lift of her eyebrows. "What'd you do now?"

Because of course it would have been his fault, not his roommate's. She was a saint.

[what_the_shock]

"Me? I'm a paragon," Miguel insisted. "I even buy extra shoes for the dog."

Albeit by accident originally, but at this point it was a given that one pair each year was for Anna.

[died8yearsago]

"Which I'm sure," said Rosa, "is entirely selfless and not at all a tactical manuever to protect your own."

Although it was kind of sweet, wasn't it? Or it would be, if Rosa had any particular soft spots in the shape of a dumb forver-puppy that only understood Russian. Which she absolutely did not. Really.

[special_rabbit]

"Miguel." Amaya nodded, lifting of her drink in greeting. "How've you been?"

[what_the_shock]

"Not too bad." Miguel toasted back. "Yourself?"

[special_rabbit]

Amaya shrugged. "Can't complain," she said, although, actually, as soon as she said it, she did feel the urge to complain at least about her current lack of jobs. She did, however, at least have projects. "Good to take a break from fixing up the greenhouse after the beating it took at the end of the last semester, but there's not much left to go anyway. Glad to see you could join us."

[what_the_shock]

"Wouldn't miss it," Miguel said. "You got a were-thing through the greenhouse?" he guessed.

[special_rabbit]

"Several of 'em," Amaya admitted with a sigh, and a reach for that bottle of whiskey, because she was going to need it if she was going to recount this all over again, but, to be fair, she was the one who mentioned it. "That's how they got me, too. Came crashing through the glass, and the next thing you know, I'm hopping about, whizzing around and biting people's bums like it's nobody's business."

She still kind of felt a little bit about that, although Rogers seemed to have recovered from the indignity of it all well enough.

[what_the_shock]

"Was it at least fun at the time?" Miguel asked.

[special_rabbit]

"You know," said Amaya, head tilted, as she considered it a little bit and tried to think back, then shrugged, "I couldn't really tell you. A lot of it's all kind of a fuzzy blur. Kind of like how most of those weekends can go sometimes, where you remember all the awkward stuff well enough, but not a lot else."

[what_the_shock]

"Yeah, I'm usually happy that awkward stuff is a blur," Miguel confessed.

[special_rabbit]

"I could stand for a lot more of it to be a blur, if I'm honest," Amaya murmured, into what was a very big swig of her drink. "Over all, though, that last one wasn't quite as bad as it could have been."

Not like the ones where she was still herself but not really.

"Got some business out of it, even!" she added, since that was clearly a much better topic. "Always an upside to the ones that cause a bit of destruction."

[what_the_shock]

"Hey, at least that's a silver lining," Miguel said. "Anything fun?"

[special_rabbit]

"Been to Turtle & Canary recently?" asked Amaya, chin lifted with a touch of pride that reflected in the quirk in the corner of her mouth. "Noticed the shiny new Squishy machine?"

The one that, despite her best efforts, still insisted on pumping out Red for that last line, but Amaya definitely didn't want to talk about that aspect of it.

[what_the_shock]

"I hadn't, but now you know I'll have to," Miguel said. "Compare the current Red to the previous one."

Because he had no doubt Red was still a flavor.

[special_rabbit]

It was all STEAMPUNK now! Which made it very cool, you know, even if you'd better not ask Summer about it, not unless you wanted a rant about how it clashed with the rest of the decor and was also, like, several years out of style, but, yeah, sure, maybe there'd be a revival if they held out for another decade or something.

But mentioning the Red just made that proud expression drop from Amaya's face into a groan. "That Red flavor! I don't know how it does it! I'm half convinced it's some sort of Apu-related sabotage."

[what_the_shock]

"I'd be more inclined to think it's an island enhancement of the water lines leading to it," Miguel said.

[special_rabbit]

"Magic, then?" asked Amaya, face scrunching with distaste. "That's even worse!"

Even if it did make her feel slightly better for not being able to fix it. And even more accomplished about the one time she managed to get it pink through sheer will alone.