Banyan Tree Resort, Friday [Evening]

[endsthegame]

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!

Comments

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

[furnaceface]

"We could," Jonothon muttered as he groped about with one hand for his lager. "Nothing like an evening drinking for a trip down memory lane, is there?"

He had no intention of pulling out the pictures again, no.

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

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Paaaass," April said, stretching out the word for as long as possible. "No waterworks unless we're in the pool. Come on now."

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

[furnaceface]

"Well, if you insist." His hand closed around his bottle, and he sat up, taking a long drink from it. "Really, I'm not much for tears, at any rate. I'm British, after all."

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

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Good. Conflict avoided. Excellent.

"Atta boy," April said. The effect might have been lost a bit in the deadpan. Maybe. "Want another beer?"

That was almost like an apology!

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

[furnaceface]

By the time he set his bottle back down, it was most of the way to empty, so that worked out nicely.

"Carling," he said, pretty much immediately. And then he cracked the slightest bit of a grin. "Get the bartender to put one of those little umbrellas in it."

Apology accepted!