The Lounge's Summer Pool Party!!

[Essie1]

Well.... you really quacked that one up, didn't you, dear boy?

Sound of quietly snickering ducks as they file past to some Jacuzzi bubble fun

 

[DesEsseintes]

Just you wait. I've not beaked yet.

 

[Essie1]

I find that mallard to believe.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Okay, chaps, into the Jacuzzi you go...

All you have to do is ask nicely

smiles

Yeah, but now we have to clean the pool...

sighs and sits down, opening her book. Today it's World War Z. Again.

 

[Essie1]

smiles

Yeah, but now we have to clean the pool...

sighs and sits down, opening her book. Today it's World War Z. Again.

No we don't. Brit left me her book of spells. Hang on...

Rummaging in tote bag, pulling out jade green leather-bound book, popping on spectacles, running finger down page, standing up, muttering a few words under breath, executing a quick flamenco dance finishing with one stamped foot....

Olé

... and the pool turns crystal blue with not a trace of duck

 

[DesEsseintes]

Thanks, Essie! Mind the ducks, now! It's been too long.

<Tearing off the suit to reveal a red-striped Victorian bathing costume, Des Esseintes climbs the diving platform and, without hesitation, leaps off the end, twisting in a whirlwind of fantastic shapes as he falls - orchid, dragon, charioteer, before finally becoming the warrior's spear and sliding into the water with barely a splash. The shape, shaded blue by the crystalline waters, patrols the bottom like a torpedo before emerging at the other end.>

I tried to keep the splash down, Essie. But I couldn't resist another dive. And I'm not going to resists a swimming pool like this in this weather.

 

[Essie1]

Excited quacking comes from the jacuzzi - Bubblequack and his friends hold up little paddles with "10"on them

Looks like the judges were impressed, well done you!

The dragon was my favourite

 

[DesEsseintes]

<Blushes. Executes slight bow.> Why, thank you. You are too kind, Essie - and thank you ducks, as well, though I cede expertise in diving to you, of course. I must admit, embarrassing though it is, that that whole dive yielded not a single water-boatman or even larva. I know. Absurd.

 

[prettyserpentine]

removes her skirt, revealing her red polka dot one piece, before sitting on the edge of the pool and easing into the rippling water, then moving out and floating a little

Yes, thanks Essie. It's lovely.

I've never tried diving myself, I much prefer just swimming. I think I may have been a fish in a previous life!

 

[Essie1]

I've never tried diving myself, I much prefer just swimming. I think I may have been a fish in a previous life!

Me too, I'm a water baby from way back. Think I shall join you.

Whips off dress to reveal an emerald green maillot before joining Pretty in some lazy lengths of the pool, occasionally turning on back and lifting legs up and down like a Hollywood bathing beauty

 

[Britwitch]

Today it is a dress of blue, decorated with small pink roses, gathered slightly around her waist, that covers the curves of Brit as she heads to the edge of the decking.

It just reaches her knees and so there is no adjustment necessary as she dangles her legs over the side and into the crystal clear waters. Letting blue eyes drift out towards the horizon while she makes the most of the quiet.

 

[Britwitch]

No splash.

No fanfare.

Just a quiet sound of satisfaction as the Witch slips into the pool.

 

[fr33ks33k]

The water must have hypnotized him. He'd forgotten the bottle, the people, himself. A single sound, barely registered, caught his attention. His eyes found a figure in the depths of the pool. A familiar figure, bringing a small smile to his lips. Another swallow of the crystal clear liquor and then he pushes off of the edge of the pool, slipping beneath the surface as effortlessly as she had.

 

[thestruggle]

Edges into view, tugging a packed canvas bag with both hands. Raggedy cut off denim shorts today, loose blue tank top with "Bluth's Banana Stand" in faded lettering, and a white tied bikini top. Same old shuffling flip-flops, but her red hair is up and messy. The shades are fully on - the sun is fierce, and the water gleams beyond the deck as she heaves the bag up onto a table. Nicely protected from the rays, this one. She pauses to swipe the back of her hand across her forehead, and then settles on a chair with a scowl. Drinks and service are waved off as she tugs out a much-battered textbook and a plain notebook.

Cultural currency.

In a few minutes, she's doodling aimlessly in the margins with a pencil that has a frog eraser. So much for work.

 

[prettyserpentine]

looks around, doesn't see anybody so she strips off and goes skinny dipping under the stars!

 

[Britwitch]

runs in and, with no more ado, jumps straight into the pool to escape the heat of the day



it's only when she surfaces that she realises she probably should have paused to take off her sundress before doing so

 

[Essie1]

Quietly pads down to the pool deck, puts big towel down on lounger and slips into the crystal blue ocean, swimming out a little then turning onto back and floating gently, letting the waves sway gently and keep me buoyant and calm, small flicks of seawater soothing the aches away

 

[Britwitch]

aArrives at the deck and spies first the towel on the lounger and then the figure out in the water.

Not wanting to disturb anyone's quiet time, Brit lays out her own towel and lays down on top of it to catch some sun on her back and get rid of a couple of pesky little strap marks that appeared last week.

The next section of her novel before her and a pen in her hand, she starts to read and write.

 

[Essie1]

Swims back into shore, heading up the beach but being stopped by Monroe, a stern but caring look on his face as he points towards a small hut on wooden stilts overlooking the water, in which is a large bed with soft pillows and a light blanket, already hosting a concerned looking Ted.

It's been.... okay, I don't know how long since I got a full night's sleep. But you're right, I need to take some time out to rest and recuperate. I'll see you soon.

Changing direction, I walk down the soft sand and climb the stairs into the hut, shutting the door and climbing into the most comfortable bed I've ever been in. Hugging Ted to me, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, hoping that when I wake up, I will feel better.

 

[Britwitch]

As the sun starts to sink and the fairy lights flicker to life, Brit sits at the edge of the deck watching its graceful descent, in her hand a strawberry milkshake. Sweet and cold and just what she wanted, Munroe of course being the perfect barman had it ready in a jiffy.

Bliss.

 

[StarryEyed665]

Sits down cross-legged by the water, with a bowl of cherries and a notepad intended for when writing inspiration strikes. Nods at Brit whilst doodling charming caricatures of the other guests.

 

[DesEsseintes]

<Des Esseintes dabbles his toes in shallow end of pool. Smiles at other guests, then pulls out notepad and begins to write, having the first opportunity all day. Monroe, ever discreet, places a Negroni at his side and shimmers away.>

 

[Britwitch]

Smiles at him and nods back at her

How's things with you, lovely?

 

[DesEsseintes]

Not so bad, thank you, Brit. I'm finding something difficult to write, because it's important. But I'll get there. I wish I had your facility with words - 7,000 in one evening, did I hear? Incredible. That's a novel in a fortnight!

 

[Britwitch]

Ah but I'm a rambly writer, I don't struggle with quantity just have to hope that the quality is there too. Time will tell though.
And I'd happily swap you some of my words for some of your talent.

raises her milkshake in his direction with a wink

And important things are always difficult to write. I am sure you'll manage it though.