Date: 2009-04-12 08:21 pm (UTC)
sleazeoverstyle: (those are fightin' words)
"Sure." He has to shake his head in amusement: sometimes, Chuck's like a little kid, all excited over the simple shit. It's been a long friggin' time since he felt like that about anything. It's almost like when she's around and so wide-eyed and innocent, he gets to look at the same old shit through a new set of eyes.

But not for long; he leads her over to a pair of lounge chairs near an umbrella, gets her stretched out, makes sure the umbrella's covering 'em both, takes off his jacket. He's never been one of those straight-laced dressed-right types and not wearin' a tie is such a little way to rebel against shit, but it's worked for him for years and it's gonna keep workin'.

It's easy, bein' here, hangin' out in the sun. "You want something else to drink while we keep an eye on the beach?" Shit, they could keep the whole place protected, and there's people out there swimming and floating and shit, and the breeze is blowing nice and warm, and he should've made sure to prepare for this but they didn't, and they ain't stayin' here tonight so... fuck it. They get to hang out and watch.
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