The Lounge's Summer Pool Party!!

[DesEsseintes]

Well, for what it's worth it is done. The words will do what they will, but I can no longer affect them:

'The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.'

Monroe. I think I need a Negroni chaser. And a pint of something cold.

 

[Britwitch]

Could I trouble you for another please, Monroe?

She asks the barman sweetly, wincing slightly as her straw makes a sound she knows all can hear that signals the end of her milkshake having been reached.

And now that your difficult writing is dealt with, and dealt with well I'm sure, how does your evening look...?

 

[DesEsseintes]

<Slips into the pool and under, pausing until the sounds of the world above are muffled and blurred. Swims across to the other side, and slowly back again, before surfacing for breath, already somewhat more relaxed.>

My evening is looking empty, thank you, Brit, which is always pleasant: chores done and time to myself, which is rare. How about yours?

 

[Britwitch]

Much the same.

She rises and, taking her drink from Monroe with another smile, she sits back down beside the pool, legs dangling into the deliciously cool water so as not to disturb others with their conversation.

Some writing if I can make myself focus, which seems unlikely at this point. I've managed a few thousand words but other tasks stole my energy earlier.
Yes, writing may well have to wait until tomorrow.

 

[DesEsseintes]

Let it all go until tomorrow, Brit. The moon is rising, and the trees are silhouetted like a Gothic woodcut, against a twilight fretted with birdsong. When nature showers us with such gifts, it behoves us to accept them graciously, does it not?

<Treads water a while, deeply conscious of the beauty of the universe.>

 

[Britwitch]

You make a very good point, which I believe is usually the case.

She smiles down at him in the pool, drinking a little of her drink before setting it down beside her and leaning back on her palms to look up at the stars. Winking and blinking their splendour down on those who look up to see it.

Such gifts indeed...would be a crime to waste them.

 

[Britwitch]

Another beautiful day by the sea.

Brit settles herself on a lounger nearest the ocean, ready to write. Needing to do so. While topping up her tan.

 

[DesEsseintes]

<Des Esseintes totters in after another involuntary early rising.>

Octuple ristrettos please, Monroe. A pair of them. With a 12-cup cafetiere chaser.

If I dive in the pool in my present state, will it:

1) Wake me up;
2) Cause me to fall asleep and sink peacefully to the bottom, never to wake?

Either would be a more pleasant alternative than this eye-burning, head-pounding inability to think.

<He is distracted by a divine smell.>

Oh, Monroe! Not just the coffee but toast too! You are a marvel.

<Notices a lithe form, tanning in the early morning sunshine whilst her pen flies over the page.>

Good morning, Brit. I don't want to disturb you - you look so busy and yet peaceful. But I also didn't want to be rude.

 

[Britwitch]

Looks up with a smile, hand raised to her forehead to keep the sun from her eyes.

Well good morning, Jean! And rest assured, you're never a disturbance.

How are you today? Sounds like your day hasn't had the start you might have hoped for. But I know fresh air always helps when I feel...jaded...early starts will do that to you.

 

[DesEsseintes]

You look refreshed and ready to face the day, Brit, which is more than I feel. Thank you for making me feel welcome. I think I shall just sit here and make my way through the mountain of coffee before risking your lovely pool.

I wish I were jaded - pale-green and impermeable, beautiful and highly prized. Instead I feel as if I have been scrunched up and left to unfold slowly.

 

[Britwitch]

Coffee helps too.

She nods with a sympathetic smile.

And that doesn't sound fun at all. Well, I for one hope you feel refreshed soon. Perhaps, if you don't feel up to swimming, I'm sure Munroe could find one of the inflatable sunbeds for you and you could float a little.

 

[DesEsseintes]

That would be very kind of him - what a thoughtful suggestion. I might wait until my internal waves have calmed themselves before trusting my aching limbs to real water. But I'm sure I'll feel better soon.

At any rate, that is far more than enough about me. How are you this lovely morning?

 

[Britwitch]

I am good, thank you. Ready for another hot day, I think.
Luckily my domestic duties were dealt with yesterday for the most part so today...I can just write.

grins, gesturing to the pad balanced on her knees

And sunbathe. And maybe swim a little with the mini witches.

All in all, though, today is looking like a very good day.

 

[DesEsseintes]

It certainly is - possibly 30C today, and no lower than 25 for the next five days at least. I might try to get up on the hills to start my next book, if I can get the time away from domestic issues.

For now, though, I am already starting to feel better, thanks to the company, the coffee, and the delightful surroundings.

 

[Britwitch]

That sounds like here. We've had over 30C the last couple of days and I think it's set to stay for the rest of the month.
I think the beach might well need visiting tomorrow, if I can get a decent chunk of my novel done today.

And I'm very glad to hear that. The sea always makes me feel better. If I could chose to live anywhere, it would have to be near water.

 

[prettyserpentine]

sashays onto the decking dressed in something nice and cool, before sitting down, holding a gorgeous ice cold Cosmo in her hand

Afternoon all, and how are we all this lovely day?

 

[StarryEyed665]

Jolts awake, realising she has fallen asleep in her spot in the middle of her doodling session. Thankful she hasn't dropped her notepad in the water, she smiles warmly at PS, admiring her pretty dress.

That's a pretty dress.

 

[Britwitch]

I agree!

Brit surfaces from the ocean in her navy blue, retro style one piece with a grin

How are you lovelies today?

 

[StarryEyed665]

Afternoon, Brit! As weather generally dictates my mood, I'm pretty excellent today. Hopeful I can get more writing done after some more job-hunting . . .

 

[Britwitch]

My day of writing has been interrupted by hot weather, putting my back out and a plethora of other things. I've managed some but it's +30C outside and not much lower inside. Too hot to be doing anything but...this...

starts to float happily on the water's surface

Happy to hear your day is going well though!

 

[StarryEyed665]

Hmmm I agree . . . some days are just meant for this.

Strips off t-shirt to reveal her navy blue tankini, and jumps into the water with a happy squeal.

Sometimes you just gotta take a break from the important stuff!

 

[Britwitch]

Well said that woman!

laughs and splashes her playfully when she surfaces

 

[Essie1]

Pokes head out of beach hut after a very restful sleep, stretches and yawns. Seeing Brit and Starry playing in the pool, yells hello and waves. Then blinking sleepily, decides to have another 40 winks...

 

[StarryEyed665]

Grins and waves back.

YO ESSIE, COME JOIN US-

Pauses upon seeing her lie down again.

OKAY NEVER MIND

 

[Essie1]

Pokes head out of window, eyes half closed

Sorry, the sea air making me sleepy. I not sleepded well lately so I need the sleepies...

Slowly sinks out of view... followed by a very melodic sound of deep breathing... not snoring at all...