Log; Ongoing

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

When; Wednesday afternoon and evening
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Several
Summary; Sam hosts a beach party for anyone who wants to come
Log;

Sam had tried to do everything he could to make the beach trip as fun as possible, especially considering all that had happened recently. Not everyone had calmed down after yesterday, but it was enough that he didn't cancel the trip.

He had volleyball set up, a dozen umbrellas for the more fair skinned to take refuge under, and a really ugly couch to put in a bonfire later.

Food and drink also abounded, including enough electrolyte replenishing drinks to help anyone who drank all the alcohol he brought stave off too massive of a hangover. All in all, it was a recipe for a good time. Or at least Sam hoped.

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[have-a-job-too.livejournal.com]

Power was to be kept a secret. They were good at that, hide the power, hide what they did. So she pulled herself back, contracted back to herself, and opened her eyes.

"Hello."

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

"Are you going to throw up?" Sam asked, looking at her curiously. She didn't look like she was going to throw up.

[have-a-job-too.livejournal.com]

She looked at the bottle. "It's vodka." As if that explained everything.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

"So you're not going to throw up, but you might not remember this tomorrow," he offered.

[have-a-job-too.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I forget things all the time. Not just when I'm drinking."

She remembers manners and holds out the bottle. "Share?"

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

"Uh, you know what, thanks but I'll get my own later," Sam said, eying the bottle suspiciously. He wasn't exactly a swing and pass it on type of guy.

[have-a-job-too.livejournal.com]

"Okay." She takes another swig herself. "Is it safe to sleep out here?"

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Sam scratched his head in thought.

"Oh, yeah, totally," he said with a nod. "You know, if you can breath under water after the tide rises."

[have-a-job-too.livejournal.com]

She considered this. She's never tried to do things like that underwater, maybe she could.

Maybe she couldn't.

"Until tide?"

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Sam wasn't sure if the girl was seriously considering if she could or not. It was the City though, so you never knew.

"Until tide it should be fine."

[have-a-job-too.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a roof somewhere."

Another swig of vodka. She set the bottle aside, she'd save it for later.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

"Or, you know, an apartment or something?" he suggested. Why would anyone want to sleep on a roof?

"And, uh, thanks but I've got my own bottle. You know, I put my name on it with permanent marker and everything."

[have-a-job-too.livejournal.com]

"I don't have an apartment."

She dug her toes in the sand, so much nicer than the concrete and broken buildings back home.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

"You realize they're practically free, you know that?" he asked, shaking his head.

[have-a-job-too.livejournal.com]

"Anything empty is free - it's like home."

She pauses, remembering something he said. "Why your name, will someone steal it?"