The Lounge's Summer Pool Party

[fr33ks33k]

If you've not seen it before, I won't spoil it for you. It involves Dracula's origin though.

*Catches the slid drink and swirls it with his finger, sucking the sweet remnants fun the digit before lifting the glass to his lips, savoring the tanginess as it rolls across his tongue.*

Thank ya kindly, though gentleman might be a bit of a stretch.

 

[prettyserpentine]

I love all the theories that I hear about his origin. I haven't seen a good vampire movie for ages though. I loved 30 Days of Night, but then the graphic novel was awesome too. They just don't do them like that so much these days.

mixes the Bloody Mary up and pours it into a glass, sliding it to Jez

I heard they were going to make a Sandman movie, but I would rather have a miniseries. A movie will not do that saga justice.

 

[Britwitch]

Denim shorts and a simple black vest are her choices for today, sunglasses on top of her head and a wide smile for familiar friends and new faces alike.

"Hello, hello, hello! I hope we're all well and having lovely days, mine is coming to a close but I think I have time for a drink before it's over. Are you playing hostess, lovely?" She asks Serps with a wink. "If you are, can I trouble you for a g&t? Please?" Long lashes are fluttered to accompany her request.

 

[fr33ks33k]

I dug 30 Days of Night as well. I had heard it was an American Gods miniseries that was in the works...I absolutely adore Sandman though and would definitely watch it either way. I do agree that a movie would not be long enough to give the tale sufficient body.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Taking a sip of her drink she wrinkles her nose in disapproval. "Sorry, I meant to ask for a Bloody Mary, not tomato juice."

Turning to glance at the new arrival she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear and shrinks away, trying not to be noticed in her oversized coat, which seemed to stand out even more when compared to Britwitch's casual style.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Hey there, our beautiful hostess! If it wasn't for you, there wouldn't even be this sanctuary, dearest.

tips a little ice into a glass, a generous serving of gin and fills the glass up with tonic water and a wedge of lemon

Here you go, I hope it isn't too strong.

 

[prettyserpentine]

glances, confused at Jez, sets the vodka bottle in front of her

Knock yourself out, darling, if there's not enough in there for you.

I haven't read American Gods actually, I should. I'm a big fan of Neil Gaiman, ever since I read Sandman. I don't know who they'd get to play him though. I heard Joseph Gordon Levitt was supposed to be doing it or something. I still need to read Good Omens too.

 

[Britwitch]

Takes the glass with a blown kiss and a grateful smile, a hint of a blush too upon freckled cheeks.

"Awww, thanks, lovely." Brit sips the drink, sighing and nodding. "This is perfect! And I'm just so glad to see so many people stopping by. I think we've already had more activity than we had in the whole of last summer! Old friends and new faces." She turns slightly to face the newest face, one she's sure she hasn't met yet.

"And welcome to the pool, hope you're having a nice time. I'm Brit, pleasure to meet you." A bright smile is given as her hand is offered.

 

[Jezebel1669]

I'm excited by the idea that American Gods will include elements from Anansi Boys, since I'd love to see Spider in the flesh, so to speak.

"I'm Jez, although I don't think we've met in person. You slipped the note under my door with directions here and I seem to have misinterpreted them slightly." The new girl pulls the front of her coat open just far enough to give Brit a hint of what she's talking about.

 

[Light Ice]

He arrives. There's a moment where he's passing through, pausing to ruffle Brit's hair on the way towards the bar, and then he's taking a stool infront of it. He wears dark trunks, dark sunglasses, and his trust Bass flops that have seen everything from high-elevation camp grounds to more than too many pools. There's no attempt to slide behind the bar, rather he reaches across it. A whiskey glass is dipped into the ice bucket and filled before he upends a bottle of Hendricks into it.

The heat doesn't bother him, and neither does the sun, though he sports a significant farmer's tan. The stretch of his arms, corded and strong, are bronzed darkly. His chest, shoulders, and back are considerably lighter.

 

[prettyserpentine]

leans back, taking a sip of a glass of water and then rinsing and drying her hands

I liked Anansi Boys.

Do you ever feel bad for wasting your entire Sunday? I'm watching The Ninth Gate now and I've hardly shifted all day. Might take to the pool soon, though.

 

[Light Ice]

leans back, taking a sip of a glass of water and then rinsing and drying her hands

I liked Anansi Boys.

Do you ever feel bad for wasting your entire Sunday? I'm watching The Ninth Gate now and I've hardly shifted all day. Might take to the pool soon, though.

"Tremendously fun movie." He comments absently. "Not a Johnny Depp fan - but that was pretty well done."

 

[prettyserpentine]

Yeah, I love a bit of Roman Polanski. He has great atmosphere in his movies.

folds her arms

 

[Jezebel1669]

"Guilt is for people who feel shame for what they've done. Lucky for me I'm not one of those people."

Reaching for the bottle of vodka Jez quickly tops up her drink before knocking back half the glass. It's still missing the tangy iron taste of a true Bloody Mary, but the fermented potato juice still hits the spot. Letting out a soft sigh she lets herself relax a little, surrounded by the strangers who are quickly becoming friends.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Relaxation is never a waste, Mz. Serpentine.

*He takes another sip of his drink and nods a greeting to Ice as he sets about making one of his own. He smiles at British's freshly tousled hair and catches a glimpse of the newcomer's outfit...or lack thereof.*

 

[Light Ice]

Relaxation is never a waste, Mz. Serpentine.

*He takes another sip of his drink and nods a greeting to Ice as he sets about making one of his own. He smiles at British's freshly tousled hair and catches a glimpse of the newcomer's outfit...or lack thereof.*

"Always a pleasure, Freak." He tips a glass towards him. The salute is muted, but noted, before he takes a pull from it.

His attention then cuts to Jezebel.

"So, you've no regrets? At all?" There's pointed skepticism in each word.

 

[Britwitch]

Her eyes widen ever so slightly at the view she is shown by Jez but not much. People wear what they want at the pool, be it a ballgown or their birthday suit. She grinned to herself, she'd worn both.

A wide smile at the sight of a face she's not seen in far too long, along with a giggle at the ruffling of her hair.

"Always lovely to see you," a quick but sweet kiss finds Ice's cheek as he sits at the bar.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Guess you're right. I do deserve a bit of relaxation after doing 60-70 hours most weeks in uncomfortable scrubs and tunics, right?

leans forward, eyeing the cherry in fr33k's drink before mixing herself a whiskey and soda water, rattling it in the glass with the ice

Hell, I enjoyed the Ninth Gate! Wonder what's next on my agenda...

 

[Jezebel1669]

Lifting her glass to her lips Jez smiled over at Light. "Oh, I have more than a few regrets, but at least I had fun getting them."

Taking another quick sip Jez drained most of the rest of her glass before reaching for the vodka bottle again. "The trick is not letting them weigh you down, and not letting anyone make you feel bad about what you enjoyed doing at the time."

 

[Light Ice]

Her eyes widen ever so slightly at the view she is shown by Jez but not much. People wear what they want at the pool, be it a ballgown or their birthday suit. She grinned to herself, she'd worn both.

A wide smile at the sight of a face she's not seen in far too long, along with a giggle at the ruffling of her hair.

"Always lovely to see you," a quick but sweet kiss finds Ice's cheek as he sits at the bar.

She's afforded a special bit of attention, always, because old friends are never too familiar. Thus, as she slips away and his lips still ring from her darling affection, his hand lashes out with lightning quickness to deliver a resounding swat to the rounded curve of her bottom. Enough, mind you, to lift her up into a hop for her next step.

"Pleasure is mine." And it was. Is.

His attention then cuts to Jezebel, once more, regarding her with muted consideration over his glass' crystal rim. The appraisal continues, erasing the hint of a smile that Brit's kiss provoked, even as he drinks once again. When the glass lowers he affords her a muted gesture with it, a tick or two this way and that, before he sets it down and spreads his large hand along the bend of his knee.

"Regrets aren't typically born of mistakes. Regrets tend to be born from flaws in character that provoke mistakes of either exceedingly glaring consequence or destruction." She's new. He realizes. And actually is aware enough to soften some of the rough challenge in his voice. Imagine that. "You're right about being weighed down. But shouldn't they carry with someone a bit? It could be argued that they make for potent and capable teachers."

 

[Britwitch]

She yelps at the slap to her rear, a hand immediately reaching to rub the smarting flesh but there was no reprimand. There never was with him, nor would there ever be. Just a grin.

Returning to her drink she drains the last of it, listening to the conversation and finding herself tempted to join in the discussion but knowing she should already be in her bed, she refrains. To a point.

"I tend to associate regret with the things I've lost or never done. Chances missed. Opportunities allowed to pass by unused. Maybe that's just me. And the few regrets I have I keep with me to remind me to open the doors I come across and wander down the unfamiliar pathways I find before me. Never know what you might be missing out on if you don't."

She shrugs and smiles again.

"And with that, I must regretfully leave you. My part of the world is already sleeping and I must join them. Have fun, lovelies!"

A wink and a sway of hips and she's off towards her beach hut. She'd be back before long.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Personally, I try not and let opportunities pass me by. At least not now. I used to, in my early twenties and stuff. But not anymore. I think everything in your life happens for a reason, everything that happens leads you to who you are at this moment in time, you know?

shrugs a little and fiddles with her glass absentmindedly

I regret things I've had no control over. Maybe that's not the right word for that. But then again, it made me who I am.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Jez let her eyes linger for a moment on Vrit's swaying backside as she made her way down the side of the pool, "Now there's a regret I'll be having later," she muttered to herself with a cheeky smile before turning back towards Light.

"There's lessons to be learnt from every action we take, but too often people beat themselves up over the mistakes they've made without actually accepting the consequences of those mistakes." As she spoke Jez lifted herself up from her seat and bent over the bar top, groping down behind it until she found a bucket of limes. "It's far better to accept what's gone before, recognise what went wrong, and then move on and not make the same mistakes again."

Quickly grabbing a couple of the freshly cut slices she sat back down, squeezing some of the tangy citrus into her glass to mix with the remnants of the tomato juice still clinging to the sides and yet another generous helping of vodka.

 

[Light Ice]

"Well said."

And it was. His eyes drift briefly between Serp and Jezebel, as though to acknowledge them both, before settles the drink back against his lips. The sun hangs high and beats down, casting a glare along the water, heliographing off of all the little reflective things that exist around the pool. A man's watch. A woman's bracelet. The lenses of each pair of sunglasses. Half-empty drinks.

Steadily, he bends to retrieve the Hendricks and tops himself off.

 

[zydrate]

sneaks in quietly and heads directly to her corner of the room after waving to everyone she passes