The Lounge's Summer Pool Party!!

[prettyserpentine]

sips on her Cosmo

Generally, I hate the sunshine. I'm much more of an autumn kind of girl, I guess the Irish in me just tends to sizzle in the sunshine. Nipped out to the shops today and slapped the factor 50 on. My man likes my skin nice and pale, same as I prefer it, so it's fabulous big hats all the way for me.

Not to mention I'm already dehydrated enough, so I'm looking forward to a night of nightshifts tonight, plenty of water and air conditioning... And audits...

 

[Britwitch]

swims to the edge of the decking and pulls herself out

I think I spend too much time outside to be pale, so brown and ever frecklier it will have to be.

giggles and smiles brightly at Munroe

Have to say that does look delicious. Can I get a cosmo too please?

 

[DesEsseintes]

Now that the sun has gone down, I feel the need for something a little more 'evening'. Perhaps a Long Island Iced Tea, Monroe?

I love the way the water shimmers at night. So inviting.

 

[Britwitch]

walks in gingerly, clearly in a degree of discomfort

heading away from the pool slightly and around the corner where there is a hot tub located, hoping the heat will help her aching back, she eases into the bubbles

Curse this mortal body!

 

[StarryEyed665]

Pads in barefooted, so quiet she startles Monroe when she speaks, literally making him jump and shriek like a little girl.

. . . I'll just have a glass of water, please and thank you.

Spies another figure nearby, and slowly edges towards the hot tub

=0 You okay, Brit?

 

[Britwitch]

looks up with a smile

I am, yes. An old back injury came back to ruin my Wednesday yesterday and I'm all achy and stiff today as a result. Never fun but it could be worse, so I try not to complain.

Sitting in here has helped massively though! Although I should probably get out soon or I'll be pruned beyond belief.

she giggles

And how is your lovely self?

 

[DesEsseintes]

Good evening, Brit and Starry! Your bright eyes and laughter warm these tired old limbs. And I see that the pool itself is free. Would anyone mind if I just swam up and down quietly for a while?

 

[Britwitch]

Of course not, good sir. How could anyone object to such a thing.

Always a pleasure to see you here.

pulls herself out of the tub and wraps herself in a large white, impossibly fluffy, towel

 

[StarryEyed665]

Oh noes! Sorry to hear that. D= Would you like a back massage while you're in there, perhaps? My services aren't cheap though, I warn you. Winks teasingly

Well, my day started off well. Bought myself a skirt and some gym gear, then had a kopparberg . . . and got home and promptly threw up the kopparberg. I haven't thrown up in like years either so yeah, that wasn't too fun. >_<

 

[Britwitch]

Next time it happens, Starry, I shall definitely bear you in mind.

winks back, just as mischievously

And sorry to hear that. Especially as kopparberg is usually exceptionally yummy.
Hope you're feeling better now?

 

[DesEsseintes]

Thank you, Britwitch. Don't mind me.

<Des Esseintes slips quietly into the pool and begins to swim, quite slowly and methodically. After ten lengths he sinks to the bottom of the pool, sits there a while to think, and then slowly resurfaces and continues. There is a hum of crickets in the bushes, but apart from their soft gauze the faint chopping of the water is the only sound. Beyond the pool, laughter and conversation rises from the hot-tub, but in the world of cool water it is muffled beyond comprehension.>

 

[StarryEyed665]

I'm feeling dandy now! It literally was just five minutes of nausea and two minutes throwing up in the toilet, and after I was just like " . . . welp I'm gonna go make some oreo truffles now lololol"

And make them I did. They are delicious.

I'm just sad that I may have developed an aversion towards kopparberg now. Sniff I've already gone against mushrooms, which I used to fucking love so much. It feels like a part of me has died. Sorrowfully noms all the truffles

 

[Britwitch]

They sound wondrous things!

nods and smiles appreciatively

And I can understand not rushing to drink it again. That is sad. Have you tried Rekorderlig?
Their strawberry and lime, or strawberry and rhubarb, is divine.

 

[StarryEyed665]

I have tried it! And yes, the strawberry and lime is yumyum. Haven't tried the rubarb. Hopefully this incident hasn't created a disinclination for all ciders, that would suck.

Finishes her glass of water, runs and performs a belly flop into the pool.

 

[Britwitch]

That would be utterly awful!

moves to sit on a lounger by the pool so conversation can continue relatively unhindered

I will hope not. Nothing better in the summer than an ice cold cider, over ice, in the sunshine. Hmmm, might have to get some in for myself at the weekend now that I think about it.

 

[StarryEyed665]

That does sound heavenly when you say it like that. I might try again in a few days. I must overcome this fear. I will not fall into despair. I will fight. For I refuse to live a cider-less life! Wh-where is that music coming from?

Glances at the barman, who is currently blasting the Braveheart soundtrack from his phone.

Ayep.

 

[Britwitch]

Fight the good fight, lovely!

raises her fist in support

Tis a worthy cause indeed and a fine choice of music, Munroe!

giggles

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

hi

Hello ladies mind if I take a dip in the pool?

 

[Britwitch]

By all means...

smiles at the new face

...everyone is welcome to relax and enjoy the water.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

THanx, it was 106 yesterday. It's a bit warm here in the high desert.

 

[DesEsseintes]

<Climbs out, exhausted, after a long swim. Nods cheerfully to Ms Bright Eyed and the young man from Utah, washing off the salt of his native lake with characteristic American vigour.>

Monroe? Pimm's please. Coriander leaves, please, as well as mint. Just bring the jug.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

*looking surprised* I do say! Pimms! I've not seen that since mid 80's at the polo club! Ah those were the days!

*turn and smile* Yes, We are a bit crusty today. Bit of bad luck.

 

[DesEsseintes]

Well met, sir. Des Esseintes, Xveme etc, etc - Ms, Starry-Eyed will fill you in on all the gory genealogical details. Point is, very glad to make your acquaintance.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Interesting, I had a class just Monday, with my genealogical coach. It is an added pleasure for me too, my dear.

 

[Essie1]

Flings open door of little beach hut, sits on top step with Ted, both wearing sunglasses.

That was a bloody good sleep, Ted. Mind you, I could really go for...

A tanned figure appears on the sand next to the hut, bearing a tray containing a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a tiny plate of honey sandwiches.

Monroe, you are a true angel, I could kiss you! Oh what the heck.

Bounces down steps, gives Monroe a smacker of a kiss on the cheek then downs the juice, putting the sandwich plate carefully in front of Ted.