fh_trips | Banyan Tree Resort, Friday [Evening]

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Banyan Tree Resort, Friday [Evening]

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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"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.

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.

"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."

"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...

"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."

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"... 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."

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.

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.

"The huh?"

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

"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.

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

"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.

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

"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?"

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."

"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."

"Just don't wind up puking it all up and dying of that somehow," April advised. Helpfully.

"I'll try to avoid that if at all possible," Jono replied. Dryly. "I just don't handle rich, sweet things well, these days. Truth be told, I'm actually slightly worried about whatever it is that's making that drink so pink."

Grenadine? Strawberries? It was a mystery!

"I'm sticking with my vampire theory," April decided. "Blood, man."

"Blood."

Jono knew she was joking, but that didn't stop him from looking maybe a little greenish as he peered into his drink.

"Actually, you know, I try to stay out of the habit of partaking in vampirism... Perhaps you ought to finish this one for me."

Considering all he'd done with it so far was eat about half the whipped cream, 'finish this' was probably not the proper phrase.

"Dude, no way," April said, appalled. "I don't do pink things. That's your dare, man."

"Of course it is," Jonothon sighed, frowning at his drink before grabbing the little umbrella from the side of the glass and slipping it into April's drink. "Then I suppose there's only one way to be rid of it, hm? Bottom's up."

One swallow, two, and three, and then the damn thing was gone, and Jono's face was curiously blank as he set the empty glass back down on the bar.

Three.

Two.

One...

"Oh good god it's grenadine and strawberry please excuse me I'm going to need a moment thank you."

He just needed to kind of curl into himself for a moment and focus on not dying from too much taste.

April snorted. "You'd think a guy who had his chest cut open at one point could stand an alcoholic shirley temple."

"Cut open my arse," Jono grumbled, his forehead resting on the bar, "it was gone. I blew the bloody thing away, along with half my bleedin' face. You try putting something like that in your mouth after nearly a decade without a tongue, see how you handle it."

The bartender was very close to cutting him off already, with talk like that.

"Dude, chill," April said. "We don't need to revisit the pictures."

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