asharpertongue | Beach BBQ [Open]

Levi's idea for a beach party had been a good one. After the past few weeks they both needed to blow off a little steam and Lara had taken to the idea like the proverbial siren to water, inviting all her employees and friends. Levi had put the word out at the police station and among his closer friends so between them a decent crowd was forming.

The tables lining the beach were piled high with food and drink, a DJ was already in full swing and people were drifting over to the large bonfire for warmth as the chill started to cut through the summer evening. A few of the Heart of Gold employees had brought their kids along for the festivities and a friend of Lara's was performing little glamours and tricks to keep them entertained. Large clusters of huge pillows were dotted about the beach just a little way from Levi's house and lanterns and firelight bathed the whole area in a warm glow.

Maybe Lara had taken it a little far but she liked to treat her friends and everyone could use a little R&R.

OOC: Levi and Lara's friends have been officially invited, but everyone else feel free to wander in at your leisure~.

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"The rums for everyone, Bach." Lara said with a chuckle as he passed her. "But you look like you've had a rough night so I'll let it slide."

"Lara." Bach put the bottle down on the nearest table. "I didn't know if it was self serving and I couldn't find a glass."

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Lara picked the bottle back up and handed it to him. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone if you don't." She smiled and winked.

"Thank you. I'm going to go outside now. Are there trash cans on the beach?"

Lara frowned. "Want some company? You look kind of beat up."

"I'm not. And I don't want to keep you from your party. Or whatever this is. Just your bottles."

Lara shrugged. "I've got nowhere to be. Levi can keep people entertained for a while."

"So you're going to keep an eye on the moody bastard in case too many bottles go missing. Right. That must be fun." He pursed his lips. "Come on now, you can leave."

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"I'm going to talk with a friend. Don't be an asshole for no reason Bach. At least have a reason other than being curmudgeonly."

"It won't happen again, miss Quinn. I'm sorry for being a disappointment again."

Lara laughed and slapped his arm. "Come on. Lets go to the beach. It's warmer."

Now was the time he couldn't get rid of her? "Seriously?"

"Yes." There was something amiss with him tonight and Lara couldn't put her finger on it. "Or you could just tell me what's got you drinking yourself into oblivion and save us both the song and dance."

"Will you leave me alone if I ask nicely? I promise I won't bother anyone and be a blemish on your fancy party."

"You know I don't give a shit about fancy parties. My friends are here. I'd like that to include you. So maybe stop giving me a hard time?"

"Because I as- how are you, by the way?" He knew the hard play wouldn't work anyway. "All healed up?"

Lara held out her arm and let the newly regrown scales form and then fade out. "Yeah. Just about." She cocked her head at him. "And you? Are you still...numb?"

"Nah, completely used to it by now. And some guy gave me a couple of thousand dollars so I can eat again as well."

"Did you fuck him for it? Because if you did, I can absolutely use your face on my books." Lara said with a grin.

"... what?"

He steps outside. "Where's the drinks table?"

"Work for me. At Heart of Gold. If you're going to sell yourself, you might as well do it through an agency like mine." She said, nonchalantly, leading the way towards the tables behind the bonfire.

"I didn't sell myself! God, you're such a bitch. I helped him out with selling his fancy art things. Clothes were kept on. But hey, of course you think I did it with my mouth around a dick."

Lara shrugged and gave him a mild look. "You are talking to a madam. I don't think badly of anyone using what you have to your advantage. If you didn't then great. But if you did, that's fine too."

He shook his head and reached for another bottle. "I'll never meet anyone who thinks I'm more than a singing dick."

"Not true. But going on previous form, you can't blame them for assuming." She said.

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