Banyan Tree Resort, Friday [Evening]

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The temperature was holding at a not-so-chilly 27 degrees celsius (or eighty degrees fahrenheit for some of you). As night fell, a few clouds formed in the sky, but so far they seemed to be drifting past peacefully, releasing no unpleasant showers on the resort.

Nightfall meant the bars were open and booming, but there was plenty to do elsewhere, too!

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Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"Well, blast. It seems you've found me out," he replied, a little dryly. "How will I ever get through the day, now that you've discovered my terrible secret? I simply can't get through a day without a drink that's been prettied up a bit with cranberry and lime juice, after all."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"The good news is you can admit it," April said, mock-seriously. "I think they have support groups for that kind of thing."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"'Hello, everybody. My name is Jonothon and I'm addicted to girly drinks?'"

He couldn't actually remember the last girly drink he'd had.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Just like that," April said, reaching up to pat his shoulder. It was quite a stretch. Damn it, Jono. Then she leaned forward toward the bartender to request "A beer and something pink for this guy. With a pink umbrella."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"The umbrella is for her," he supplied, helpfully. "She's just afraid to admit it."

Yes, Jono was reaching down to pat her shoulder. Not so much of a stretch for him, anyhow.

"Better bring me a Carling, too, if you carry it. I'll need something to wash that pink taste out with."

Because he'd drink it. Really, this was practically a dare, and who was he to back down from one of those? But there was no way he'd do so without a beer chaser.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

And lucky for that, too, because honoring dares like this helped preserve whatever masculinity Jono still had after... well, honoring dares like this. It was a vicious and tremendously entertaining cycle.

"'Pink taste' sounds like that medicine little kids get for strep throat or whatever," April mused. "I think a more accurate way of describing--" she nodded at the bright pink, whipped-cream-ified monstrosity the bartender was in the process of whipping up-- "that would be 'unicorn and rainbow taste.'"

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

Jono was kind of staring at the bartender preparing the drink, wearing a look of vaguely bemused horror as the whole concoction was topped off with a cherry. And rainbow sprinkles.

"No kidding," he said, eyebrow raised. "Any drink that's topped off like that can only be intended for men looking to attract men, I think. Like the going out and drinking equivalent of just signalling with flags and being done with it."

The drink, as much as it could be considered that, was set down in front of him, and Jono eyed it warily.

"I think I might actually need a spoon for this."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April could help with that, actually! She dug a hand into her purse and presented... a milkshake spoon she'd stolen from the hotel. There was a little plastic puppy on the end of it. Very classy.

"All yours."

Beat.

"And where I'm from, the gay bar mostly sticks to rainbow jello shots. This is beyond that."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

Jono took the spoon, holding the ridiculous little thing almost daintily in his huge hand, and then sighed and spook his head as he pulled his coat collar down with the other one. The bartender, to his credit, didn't comment, though there might have been a bit of a muffled cough as he politely turned away.

Jono chose to ignore that.

"I don't think I've had this much whipped cream all at once in my life," he intoned, not entirely certain how he was going to survive this experience. "Would you like the cherry? Impress me by tying a knot in the stem or something."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Can't do that," April said, looking thoughtful, "but I can do this."

She plucked both the cherry and the umbrella out of Jono's drink and stabbed the cherry with the umbrella's toothpick end, oozing cherry juice all over her napkin, which she then dabbed over her mouth.

"Check it out, I'm a vampire."

...April might have been doing some drinking before she'd shown up for this. Maybe.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

Jono watched her with something that was very nearly a keen interest as she went about dabbing cherry juice over her face, not entirely certain what in the world it was she was getting at until she made her announcement. And then, he really couldn't help it, he chuckled, shaking his head.

"You know, my family has a bit of an unpleasant history with Dracula? My Great-Granddad would tell me stories."

This called for him reaching his spoon out, complete with a dollop of sprinkly whipped cream, aiming to leave a blob of it on the end of her nose. Because.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, my one true weakness," April groaned, clutching her heart dramatically. "They say it's sunlight and non-glittery clothing, but really it's gay bar drinks. Nooooo."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"Oh, there are worse ways to go," Jono assured her, sticking what was left on the spoon into his mouth. And if he fell silent for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a slow inhale... well... he was still getting used to rich, sweet flavours. "Can't seem to come up with any off th'top of my head. But there are, I assure you."

Oh god, whipped cream...

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Heart attack in a port-o-potty," April said at once, wiping the whipped cream off her nose. "Least dignified death ever. I've thought about it."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"... Well, there you have it."

Jono had to admit, he definitely couldn't come up with worse than that one.

"How is this something you've actually taken into consideration, April? I mean, I can't say I'm surprised, not after having met you, but still."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April shrugged. "There's only so many topics of conversation that aren't boring," she said. "That happens to be one of them. My friend Orin got really into it."

Which, if you knew Orin -- a creepy, sickly-looking kid who tended to wear a cloak to parties -- was not that surprising.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

Orin kind of sounded like a name that would go with that sort of person, really.

"I'm certain people from my world have managed to die less dignified deaths over the years," he mused. "Really, it's only a matter of time before you come across something in a reality where people are prone to randomly developing superpowers. And then there are the Darwin Awards... Terrible to read, worse to laugh at, but fascinating."

Because sometimes, Jono was perfectly fine with admitting that he sometimes read things that were in horrible taste.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"The huh?"

Oh, god. April should absolutely not be shown these. She would never stop cackling.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"The Darwin Awards. You've never heard of them?" Oh, now Jono was grinning. And not just because he'd found an excuse to put his ridiculous spoon down for a moment. "It's natural selection at its finest, April. A list of some of the most humiliating ways that people have found to ensure the strengthening of the entire human species by ridding the bloodline of their presence entirely."

So, terrible.

And hilarious.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"...Seriously?" Oh, she was grinning already. Look what you've done, Jono. "Like how humiliating are we talking?"

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"Like the zookeeper who drowned in elephant shite after administering an enema," Jonothon replied, not so much as missing a beat.

That one felt at least vaguely topical, you see.

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"...wow." WELL THEN. "That beats a port-o-potty heart attack any day."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"True story, too."

Why were these two allowed to talk to one another? Whose job was it to make certain that potentially apocalyptic friendships didn't form, anyhow?

"... Help me with this whipped cream, would you?"

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April, being the classy adult that she was, fixed the whipped cream problem with a single swipe of her hand across the top of his drink.

Yes, now she had whipped cream all over her hand. Your point?

"There you go."

Re: The Pool | [12/10: Night]

[furnaceface]

"My hero."

Actually, she kind of was. He poked at the remainder of the whipped cream, judging it enough for him to be able to manage, probably, if he paced himself, and then shrugged and spooned some of it into his mouth.

"... I'm not going to survive this damn thing."