The Lounge's Summer Pool Party

Bedtime for me, I'm afraid. But hopefully I'll have a post to read tomorrow for breakfast. :)

You betcha... I'm in full nana state save our story, so it will have my complete attention once I get finished with the dinner dishes.
 
*pours some vodka, coffee liqueur, crime de menthe and Irish cream into a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Covers the shaker and vigorously shakes it for a few minutes, giggling at the way the girls bounced in her sundress. Straining it into a chilled martini glass, she bypasses the normal mint leaf garnish, and takes a tentative sip*

Mmmmm, tasty....

*slipping onto a barstool, she pulls out her trusty notepad and begins to sketch out the promised reading material for NB's breakfast*
 
The last time she'd been around with any regularity there had been snow on the ground - and lots of it. Now, the sun that she used to sneer at as a misguided kid makes her more than pleased to beach bum. The light, however, has finally settled down for the day. Heat - that not quite July muggy veil that floats around, the lapping balminess that drawls along your skin to eventually make you sweat - still lingers around. She's dressed for a day party but the shades get shoved into an oversize bag. Little red toenails peep out from ambling sandals that she kicks over to a chair, even though a thud tells her that she's missed - at least partly. No staff person appears with any accusingly pointed fingers, so she sidles up to the bar to squeeze some oranges for a gin and juice. The sandals thing might've been bravado - it's easy to cover up hesitations with citrus fruit the size of a small child's head.

Ice clunks, liquor chugs, and the juice rains down into a very reasonably sized tumbler. Licking the pulp off of her fingers - blue nails, for those - she meanders over to study the darkly glimmering water, or maybe to peruse the music selection. She waves to anyone around as she passes through, and loses her bag in the general direction of her shoes.
 
*scribbling out the last two sentences of her homework assignment, she hears the sound of tinkling ice and looks up as an unfamiliar face turns away from the bar with a large tumbler in hand.*

Good evening... Lovely dress you're wearing... I'm Angel... Unless I'm drinking tequila, then I may be Angelzulbub.
 
She looks around at the sound of another voice, chewing idly on the stirring stick that she snatched from the counter. Dropping it back into her cup, she rattles her ice cubes and gives a little curtsy.

Hi! Oh, thank you. I like these girly dresses, even if it's not really evening wear.

She crosses a bit of the distance between them and leans against a bar stool of her own.

It's nice to meet you, Angel. I'm Tess. I can't say that I blame you for having a tequila-summoned alter ego. I think that stuff would pull a devil out of anyone.

She takes a sip of her drink, sliding onto the stool, and crunches on an ice cube while releasing the hair tie that holds her auburn tresses up in a tidy knot. She immediately starts bundling it up again in a routine gesture of hair fixing.

What's that you're working on? Unless I'm being nosy, and then you may feel free to tell me to run right back over to the far side of the pool.
 
*grins at the impromptu curtsy, thinking the other woman pulled it off quite gracefully*

Well met, Tess. Zulbub is forever trying to escape, but so far tequila's the only weakness in my defenses. :rolleyes:

*watches as Tess lets her hair down only to begin drawing it back up, the gesture similar to her own constant hair twirling*

I was only wrapping up a response for a story NiceandBrutal and I have going. He went to bed hoping for something to read with his breakfast, and I didn't want to let him down.
 
dashes out onto the deck wearing a full length, black strapless dress, grinning insanely before tackle hugging Tess

You. Missed you!

growls grumpily as she eventually backs away

I hate that I have to go work but you will stay around, yes? Please?!

gives her best impression of the cat from Shrek before dashing away
 
Having finished her impromptu primping, she swivels on her seat until her forearms laze against the cool-ish surface of the bar. She pokes experimentally at the floating orange debris in her drink, wondering briefly when she had grown out of disliking pulp.

Aw, well, that's nice of you. I'm sure he'll appreciate it. I used to be a lot better about posts, but I couldn't tell you the last time I was able to write anything for story progression. Months. Could even be creeping up on -

a minor gulp,

a year. Yikes. And as far as defenses go, I can sympathize. Although it's also kinda nice when everything just comes tumbling down, in a big mess. So fun!

She drains her drink and tosses the remnants decisively down into the miniscule sink.

Well, I may have to vacate this little hideaway shortly, so if I suddenly poof or something, it was very nice to meet you. I'd love to hear more about your stories, if I catch you around again! I -

This dialogue is interrupted by a sudden collision of gorgeously freckled skin and swishing black material. She manages to return the embrace and aim a kiss at lips, cheeks, or perhaps air - Witches are awfully fast.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, beautiful! I missed you too! And yes, I will stay. I'm here! At the pool! I even brought a beach ball! I'll speak to you really soon, but in the meantime, I hope you have the best day EVER. Thanks for making this thread happen again, Brit, you do so many awesome things around here. :heart:

She watches Brit fade from view, rather happily dazed, and shakes herself out of it to wish Angel luck with her writing. Now to hunt down her goddamn sandals.
 
It was nice to meet you, Tess... I'm almost always around as Lit is my escape from Mommy time. Would be happy to chat - unfortunately it's getting me to shut up that's often the problem. :D

Hope to see you around again...
 
sneaks in and pours an entire bottle of:

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and sneaks off
 
*sees the bubbles forming and groans*

I am sooooo going to get blamed for this.
 
*deciding she's going to take off while she still can, she rinses her glass out, places it by the sink to be washed later and grabs her notepad, looking at the rising mountain of bubbles with no small amount of guilt*

Witches will have spells for instant clean up.... I'm sure of it.
 
Brit arrives in the same dress she wore this morning, although the colour of her shoulders and back attest to a day spent largely outdoors and her slightly weary expression tells of a full and busy day. What she needs is a cool drink and a nice quiet...

"Bubbles!"

She grins manically to find the deck engulfed in a million or more bubbles. The loungers, the bar, all have disappeared behind the slightly wobbily mass she encounters. All thought of rest is gone as she leaps into the foam and frolics giddily until her dress and the rest of her is pretty thoroughly soaked. Blowing bubbles from off the end of her nose she stops and surveys the shimmery chaos with her hands on her hips.

"They are ever so much fun...but they really can't stay."

With a sigh she fetches the hose used by the staff for washing down the decking and starts to wash the bubbles into the pool where they'll eventually disappear and be filtered away. All too soon the decking is as it always was, bar a lot of puddles and a pool looking more like a giant bubble bath than anything.

Satisfied people will be able to find places to sit and relax and get to the bar relatively easily, the hose is put away and the damp dress peeled away and left to dry on a lounger revealing the cherry patterned swimsuit beneath. A short run and a splash and the witch jumps into the sea. The cool drink can wait, for now the soothing waters of the ocean are just what she needs.
 
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Pads in quietly across the deck in the lull of the hot afternoon, wearing a cheery red-and-white number, sunglasses, and a big straw hat.

Twirling a little metal...bracelet? absently around on one index finger, she stops at the bar, grins and pulls up whatever remains of the watermelon.

Working quickly with a knife and her own little kitchen tool, she makes short work of the frothy red slices and sets them in a shallow pan of rum and triple sec. She's been wanting to test the recipe for her own July 1st celebrations, and they'll make a fun treat for folks, later.

Sighing contentedly, she gazes out at the inviting waves, and on impulse she tosses her glasses and hat on the corner of the bar and runs giggling across the deck to dive into the ocean. She's got posts to work on, but - oh, the melon needs a good soak, anyway! So does she.
 
He finds himself returning, wearing his lime green swim trunks and a hawaiian print shirt, still tired from a late night the previous day. He can hear the sounds of people swimming in the ocean water, but they're obscured from his view for now and he simply wants to enjoy the shade by the bar for a moment.

He walks past, noting the watermelon slices soaking in rum for a moment with a grin, and licks his lips thoughtfully-those look like a tasty treat for later. For now, he contents himself to a glass of iced water, listening to the cubes tinkling in his glass as he lifts it to his lips, stretching out his legs. He glances over to see the hat and glasses sitting on the corner of the bar and smiles.


Well it's nice to see so many old friends and regulars rejoining to reunite. It's that time of year. Midsummer, with national holidays coming soon for several others. And freaking hot weather! He picks up a drink menu from the bar and starts fanning himself with it as he sits and closes his eyes, relaxing
 
Tell me about it!

*His voice and appearance are sudden; half his apparel similar to Noon's though a darker shade of green. His torso is unadorned however. He quickly makes a tall glass of lemonade with a twist of lime and a few halved strawberries and takes a seat next to Noon*

How ya been?
 
Turning at the sound of a familiar voice, he grins and extends his hand, rising to his feet to greet the new entry. Well hello! I did say the old regulars were sneaking back in. Someone should have warned me about speaking of the devil. Still grinning, he grabs Fr33k's hand and shakes it, nodding before he drops back down into his seat.

I think Brit somehow knew that she'd get a good turnout with her party. Even without sending out invitations or advanced announcement, somehow we all found it. He winks playfully. Perhaps it's just an opportunity for some of our favorites to play around in swim wear. He sips his iced water and glances behind him.

And nobody objects to a well-stocked bar, either.
 
Sauntering out on to the deck, barefoot with red nails, wearing a summer evening dress, she takes a seat at the end of the bar and has a look at the cocktail menu indecisively.

Oh, I missed Brit. And Tess! And Alice, too! Damn, I guess it's getting around to that time of the day.

shrugs and orders a strawberry daiquiri
 
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He turns when he notices PS walking in, his eyes drawn to the pretty summer dress. He stands up to refresh his glace of ice water when she receives her daquiri and he smiles. Hey there. How is the day treating you, Serpentine?

He gives her a soft smile as he drops back down into his seat. Were you hoping to run into someone here?
 
turns with a smile

Yeah, not so bad. Very early start, what with work this morning. 6am rolls around very fast. I've neglected all the friends I've made on here so badly recently, I kind of feel I need to make up for it! My other half was over visiting from the States last month and I disappeared for the entire duration of his visit.

blushes

Was totally worth it though.
 
He gives her a playful grin. Well, friends in this neighborhood are very forgiving whenever you return to share your lives with them again. So I'm certain there are no hard feelings-especially when you had very good reason for going missing for a while.

He gives a wink at her as he notices her blushing cheeks. Because some things are worth going missing for. Besides, from what I have seen, you did give people a bit of notice that you might disappear.

He grins at her even more wolfishly, not sure why he's so amused. Perhaps he's just happy to be socially interacting and mingling around here again. Oops, I guess I just admitted to lurking about when I've been inactive.
 
laughs loudly, eyes twinkling

Lurking, eh? I always get imagines in my mind of someone dressed like Inspector Clouseau, tiptoeing about when someone mentions lurking. Heh...

takes a sip of her drink, and munches on the strawberry on the rim of the glass

The folks in this neighbourhood are something very special, I'm a lucky girl to have met some really wonderful friends through here. And my fiancé, too! We met on this site, many moons ago. I really am lucky.

smiles fondly, a big smile on her lips
 
He nodded, catching himself and trying to hold back on his more naturally flirtatious impulses, at least for now. He mentally chided himself, knowing he could be on good behavior for short stretches, even as he watched her lips munching on the strawberry.

Yes, I know. I keep disappearing and coming back here. Brit in particular is absolutely awesome,. Such a delightful hostess! He laughed and then thought, his eyes glancing skyward for a moment as he thinks. Inspector Closeau, eh? Well not many people can pull off that mustache these days. Besides, it's entirely too hot to be wearing a hat like that. I'm much more like a fly on the wall, just hearing little tidbits here and there and missing the important stuff.

He nods and gives her a smile once more as he tilts his head to look at her./I] Really, here indeed? That's actually an awesome story. Good to hear those literotica success stories.
 
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