Log:Kisser McKissington

{{ Log | cast = Abe Shaw | summary = Abe and Saya meet on the beach. He's drunk, and she's prissy. | location = Public Beach
White meets blue here in a strange combination of sand and water: the pristine glow of white has transformed this strip of beach into nearly breathtaking span of California beauty. The sand is loose and fine, littered here and there with driftwood and tiny shells that stand out all the more against the stark paleness. The water that rolls up toward is crystalline, licked with traces of snowy white foam. | gamedate = 2014.05.17 | soundtrack = | plot = | log =Local Time & Weather Report Conditions: Fair Season: Spring Moon Phase: Full Year: 2014 Temperature: 53.8F 12C Wind Speed: 2.5 mph Local Time: Sat, May 17 3:30 PM Wind Chill: Weather Fair weather clouds sail across the blue sky, propelled by light breezes from the west. It's warm in the sun, cool in the shade, and the air is clear and dry. The wind rustles the bright green leaves of trees and bushes and carries pollen, downy seeds, and the fragrance of wildflowers along with it.

It is a beautiful day - just the right amount of sun and clouds and breeze and ocean spray. People frolic, as people do, on the beach. One of these people is Saya, wearing a dark blue bikini, with her hair tied back in a long ponytail. A matching transparent sarong is tied around her hips. Currently, she's walking along the water's edge with a red Sno-cone, delicately nibbling at the frozen treat and enjoying the view. Occasionally she stops to let a family go by, or skirts around a group of splashing children.

It's not warm enough for his taste yet, but Abe isn't a complete stick in the mud. Kevin and Dean are, of course..no where near as boring as their friend.

Slumped against a piece of driftwood, Abe flips lazily through a magazine as his friends swat a volleyball back and forth nearby.

Saya's meandering takes her near to Abe and his friends. She pauses to watch the volleyball for a minute before spying Abe reclining on the driftwood. "Nice trunks," she tells him. "Very, uh..." she pauses and considers the plain grey trunks. "Very monochromatic." She nods a couple of times. The syrup of her Sno-cone is staining her lips and tongue a bright red. "Whatcha readin'?" She nibbles on her treat a bit more and peers curiously down at the magazine, trying to see what it is from her vantage point. She shades her eyes against the bright sunlight, the better to see.

Abe lifts his eyes slowly toward the approaching Saya, his expression shifting just as gently into a look of amusement. "You would have preferred a bikini?" He can't seem to find the energy to hide his magazine, which is little more than auto monthly. He's looking at a rather nice picture of a fully restored Camaro, though she does seem to keep his gaze better. "Nothing really. What you doin?" other than the obvious. "I didn't think your parents would allow you out of the house half naked."

"I totally would have preferred a bikini," Saya laughs. She perches next to him on the driftwood. Realizing it's a magazine about cars, she loses interest. "Just enjoying this perfect day. For once I didn't have to work. Dance practice was cancelled because the teacher's brother is in the hospital. Nothing too serious, I think." At his comment about her parents, she glances down at herself. "What?" she asks. "Please, it's not like I'm wearing pasties or something." And for a bikini, it is kind of modest. No strings or anything, and her bum isn't really hanging out. She slurps at the Sno-cone and crunches down on the ice.

"Bikinis ..kinda are underwear. I know now exactly what you look like in yours." Her underwear, he means. "And don't knock my shorts..the fact they aren't jeans is a big deal." His gaze is almost as dry as his expression. He's clearly not a beach lover. Nor does he seem overly interested in the magazine he's been thumbing through. He drops it with ease to the sand between them. This lets him run his hands down his face as he sighs. "We've been at this all day. And I'm drunk. I refuse to move.." A small but simple confession before he turns to eye the snowcone. "That's not strawberry is it?"

Saya blushes, just a little bit, at all his talk about underwear. But she simply shrugs it off. "My body is my instrument," she tells him. "I can't afford to be ashamed of it." She watches him rub his face, and tilts her head a bit when he sighs. Her eyebrows go up when he admits he's drunk. "Dude, you're nowhere near 21. Who'd sell you alcohol?" She is slightly distracted by his question about her Sno-cone. "Cherry," she answers. There's a little pause when she asks out of reluctant curiosity. "What's it feel like to be drunk?" You aren't carrying anything. You have 800 Pennies.

Abe nods easily as she explains, but she somehow manages to be spared any off handed comments about her body or any instruments, instead he merely grins at her before lowering his head to run his hand through his hair. "You don't have to be 21." He manages with impressive clarity. "Dean's dad has very lax opinions when it comes to the dangers of alcohol." In other words, he doesn't watch his son to well. The flavor seems unimportant, since it's not strawberry, leaving him leaning into her as he thinks. "It feels...lazy. Everything's heavy and I couldn't be bothered to care about anything. It' nice."

"You kind of do," Saya counters. But she listens to his explanation with a little frown between her eyebrows. A breeze flicks her ponytail over her shoulder, possibly sending the ends to tickle Abe's nose. She tolerates the leaning relatively well. She silently eats her Sno-Cone for a minute or two, thinking about his description. Once the treat is finished, she tips the paper cone up to get the last drips of syrup. "I don't think I know what it feels like to be lazy," she admits after a bit. "I've almost always got something to do, or places to go. School, the restaurant, the tea shop, dancing..." she trails off and watches the volleyball, then glances down at him.

"I'm pretty busy too. I work too much, I practice too long and I study too often. That's why I like to slow stuff down. I just didn't realize I would end up drunk and stranded with Thing One and Thing Two." He motions towards the obviously drunk teenagers who have long left behind volley ball and zoned in on a cluster of girls. If there's anything Dean is, it's obnoxiously popular. "I'm going to end up having to make out with some stupid girl so she can see the inside of his house. Watch." That IS what happens when you go out with friends.

Saya frowns at Abe's friends and the gaggle of giggly girls, then looks at Abe with something akin to pity. "Or you could ditch them and take a walk with me," she suggests. "We'll get you some water, and you won't have to make out with anyone you don't want to." She makes a sign with her hands. "Scout's honor." She nods seriously at him, though her lips twitch and there's a twinkle in her eye.

Abe chuckles as he lifts a coke bottle to his lips, taking a sip. "I don't mind the actual making out. It's the next day when you're suddenly a couple that bothers me. Kissing should not mean relationship." There's a chance that there's more in that bottle thank coke. "But..I can walk with you. Better than reading..and I can barely see the letters anyway." So in guy speak, yes.

Saya stands up and waits for Abe to join her before resuming her wandering, her aim the nearest trash can so she can dispose of her paper cone, which is stained pink from the syrup. "Well... why bother making out with someone if you don't want to be in a relationship, anyway?" she asks. "I mean... if you just go around kissing people you don't actually like... doesn't that kind of make you a whore?" She blinks innocently at him. "A man-whore? There should be a word for that." She adjusts the sarong around her hips, making sure the knot is secure. "Hm... Anyway. We should get some water in you so you don't have a hangover. I read somewhere you should drink a glass of water for each drink you have."

Between the tug of gravity the movement of the sand under his feet and the fact he's much drunker than he thought, it takes a moment for Abe to get to his feet. Still, he manages to make his way beside her with only a vague stumble. Her words cause a laugh, though ultimately he sends her a wide stare as she begins calling names. "Ouch, my self-esteem." It comes out with a laugh, but it's weak. "It feels good, and I'm not saying that you gotta go drooping your pants, but kissing doesn't have to mean anything. It's just...fun." He shrugs, though her suggestion of water brings the coke bottle to his lips before, draining it, he tosses it into the nearest trash bin.

Saya tosses the paper cone after Abe's Coke bottle. "Doesn't /look/ like much fun," she mutters a little bit. "It's all, augh-aughhhhhhh," she imitates French kissing, sticking her red-stained tongue out and closing her eyes and scrunching up her nose. "Looks kind of messy." She reaches for his arm to steady him, and will lead him toward the nearest refreshment stand. "I'd want to at least be /friends/ with someone I was kissing," she tells him. "Then, you know, if one of you is bad at it, or something, it's still okay. Like, no one's gonna be all judgmental and tell everyone you kiss like a fish or something nasty like that." She looks sideways at him. "Have you ever kissed a girl you didn't even find attractive?"

Abe shrugs but her imitation of kissing gets a bark of laughter. It also raises his mood just a little. "Unless both people are in agreement that it don't mean nothing, that usually ends badly. One person crush and the other just wants to tumble around." He admits with a sigh, but he also seems more than happy to follow her wherever she leads. Drunk boys are like that! Naturally followers. "Plus, I'm a very good kisser, and no. I have standards." He tries to sound as smug as he can, but it doesn't change that he slurs the word 'standards' rather badly. Badly enough that he snickers. "You never kissed no body? You were a cheerleader. I thought all cheerleaders lost their virginity to Dean as a general rule."

"I take it 'tumbling' doesn't mean gymnastics," Saya quips, shaking her head a bit with a slight grin on her cherry syrup reddened lips. She laughs a little at him. "You're a good kisser?" she repeats. "I bet you're all talk." His slurred words get another laugh, but the last thing he says has her stopping cold and letting go of his arm. Her cheeks burn and she looks mortified. "Is -- is that what he said?" she asks, rather aghast at the notion. "Has he been telling people that he /slept/ with me?" Indignation rises up in her like a tidal wave. "That ASSHOLE! I wouldn't touch his slimy ass with a ten-foot /pole/! Ugh! I'm going to kick him in the /balls/, I /swear/! I'll tell my brother!"

Ack! Girl tone! Abe stumbles back as she begins her rant, his eyes blurring over slowly..but he does let her finish. "No. Dean never mentioned you. I was making a joke about your ex teammates." He eyes her with the faintest arch of his brow. "Both of you.." apparently water seems like a good idea to him now. It's hot. "I'm comfortable with pegging you as a virgin, which is fine and respectable."

"It /is/ fine," Saya says, and crosses her arms. She takes a few deep breaths to come down from her rage. "Ugh," she says again, curling her lip at the thought. Then she reaches for his arm again. "Come on, Kisser McKissington, let's get you some water." They're almost to the refreshment station anyway, and once they're there, she turns to him. "Have you have two dollors for a bottle of water?" she asks him. She gestures to her ensemble. "I... don't have pockets."

Abe narrows his eyes as she sulks. It's enough to cause another laugh. "I got it, yeah?" As she leads him, he fishes a wallet from his pocket. More proof he never intended to swim AT ALL, and produces the necessary cash. "One bottle..just seven more to go." He teases lazily as he turns back, stumbles and reaches for the nearest portion of the brunette he can. "Now, take me to sit down. Both of you are starting to glare at me, and I'm feeling you're disapproval in my temples."

"Two bottles," Saya pipes up. She's thirsty, too! It's hot! "I'll pay you back," she tacks on, giving Abe a bright smile. The nearest portion of her? Her waist. "Uhh..." she laughs, a little nervously. "Dude. Is this a waltz, now? 'Cause I don't think you're in any shape to lead." She doesn't quite know where to put her own hands, and settles nervously for his shoulders. "One, two, three," she jokes. Her feet stay rooted in the sand, and there's a blush on her cheeks. You aren't carrying anything. You have 800 Pennies.

She could buy a car right now and he'd probably just laugh, but he does get her a water..or rather he pays. It's up to her to actually get them. Or it would be if he'd let go of her waist. Finding himself there, and her jokes, cause a small laugh. He also hugs closer to her, dipping his head down to try and press a kiss to her cheek before, true to drunk form, he stumbles lazily toward a nearby bench to sit.

He'll get her cheek, just on the corner of her mouth, because Saya pretty much freezes, her eyes impossibly wide. When he stumbles off she stands there for a minute, beet red and stock-still. The blush extends from her cheeks nearly to the top of her bikini. Finally, she grabs the water bottles and brings them over to him. She sits gingerly on the edge of the bench and hands his water over. She sits with her back very straight. She opens her mouth as if to say something, then pauses and closes it again.

Abe is perfectly fine with his actions. In fact as she takes her seat and offers his water over, he seems somewhat shocked to find her beat red and so quiet. "What?" He chuckles, leaning slightly to close the space between them..just a touch. It's nothing intrusive. "I kissed you on the cheek. It's not like I felt you up." He chuckles again, "I could..but I figure that'd be a little much. Probably be rude too."

"That was almost my first kiss," Saya says stiffly to him. "And your breath smells like alcohol and you're /drunk/. Not at all what I imagined." She scoots a little away from him. "If you had kissed me -- like /that/ -- I think I'd have run off crying." She unscrews the water bottle cap and downs about half of it. She lets out a heavy breath, almost a sigh. "If you'd felt me up I'd have kicked you." She waves a finger at him. "Now, mind you, I have a very powerful kick, and my foot goes /exactly/ where I want it to. Years of training, you know."

Abe chuckles. "You girls put so much in to that /one/ kiss. It'd kinda stressful for guys to even consider kissing a girl." He opens his bottle, eyeing it thoughtfully before lifting it to his lips. In the end it's too cold, which is never what a drunk wants. "It's like trying out for a sport you've never played. In front of scouts."

"It's important," Saya insists. Her blush slowly starts to recede. "There's only ever one first kiss, you know. It's something you'll remember the rest of your life." She turns to him a bit. "I read that women actually have better emotional memories than men, in general. When we recall stuff, maybe we don't get all the fine details that men do sometimes, but we usually recall how we felt better than men do. So, like... that's why we dredge up things that happened, because we still feel the way we felt before. So, if something really upset us, when we remember it later, it still upsets us." She has another swig of water. "I'd like it to be with someone I feel comfortable with, who I find attractive, and who wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him. I want good memories."

"That is a /lot/ of pressure on a guy over a kiss." He decides. Maybe he only heard some of it. "I guess it's a good idea I'm a racist drunk huh?" See, he can pull stuff up from the past just like a girl! Course he lacks the actual drive or emotional connection to the memory to really take it up a notch. Instead, he yawns and takes another sip of his way to cold water. "Maybe it'll work out for you though. I doubt all guys are as emotionally constipated as I hear I am."

"I never said you were racist," Saya says, exasperated. "Just that -- oh, never mind." She stands up. "I'm sure some day I'll find a nice guy that actually likes me, and sees me as an actual girl instead of..." she gestures between the two of them. "Oh, whatever /this/ is." She turns, her ponytail whirling around her like Disney's Pocahontas. "He'll be totally hot, and considerate, too," she says. "And ask me on dates, and all that mushy romantic stuff, and it'll be /awesome/. Because... I won't settle for less." She says that with a sort of 'So there' tone of voice. "And maybe I'm too picky and I'll die a virgin, but that's fine, because /I/ like me, so I won't be unhappy."

Abe nods, though he moves away as she slings her ponytail. He even lets her finish, despite the weird looks she gets from passing people..or the looks of pity he receives. In the end he shrugs, "Well, I'm not perfect like that. Sorry. I don't want to be perfect either. I'm happy the way I am. Sorry it's not good enough. Thanks for the water." He even sends her a wave before pushing to his feet. "And the stellar boost to my self-worth. Hope your day gets better." H doesn't seem mad so much as somewhat insulted. But hey..he can get back across the beach! Just watch.

Saya gives him a very confused look as he walks away, but seeing as he's determined to go be drunk and possibly make out with skanky hos, she wrinkles her nose and stalks off in the opposite direction.