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Kohala Coast, Hawaii | Morning & Afternoon | Tuesday | February 22nd

Everyone should feel sorry for the poor bastards left behind in Fandom where snow collected atop the ice that coated the ground overnight. But in Hawaii, everything was sunny, warm, and beautiful. It was paradise, and everyone there should take advantage!

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"Awesome," Kennedy whooped, and could you maybe tone down the self-congratulatory vibe there a little, Potential?

...sadly, no.

"Okay, then," she added, starting toward the rental shack. "You coming, or what?"

Oh, Kennedy. So very smug. She had the makings of an excellent Slayer. Not, of course, that Wesley would ever divulge this under any circumstances ever.

"Certainly," he said, with only a little bit of that we're-all-gonna-die vibe that Watchers were famous for. Good job, Wes.

Nobody needed the unbearable ego that would come of such knowledge, Wes. Nobody. It was already bad enough that she was congratulating herself for getting him to agree to this.

"You know, a little more enthusiasm maybe? Just a thought," Kennedy called; she'd turned around to jog backwards as if she thought he might try to cut and run. "It wouldn't hurt. C'mon, Wes, lighten up a little!"

Speaking of Watchers, Constance probably had one of her headaches coming on right now, didn't she?

The idea of cutting and running did occur to him, but ultimately he concluded that she could probably outrun him. Unfortunately.

So he put on a very fake and slightly scary smile. "Better?"

"Now you just remind me--" Kennedy had to leap over someone's sandcastle there-- "of Constance when I try to talk her into things," she informed him, still smirking.

"...only possibly less disturbing."

A considering pause.

"A little less."

Huh. Distracted by the comparison of him to some old Watcher lady who was almost certainly in her fifties, at least, Wesley inadvertently crushed that sandcastle. Drat.

Ah, well. Couldn't be helped.

Shaking the sand off his foot as he followed her, Wes pointed out, "But Constance doesn't surf."

A beat.

"Right?"

He sincerely hoped not.

"I haven't," Kennedy intoned with a melodramatic sigh, "gotten her to try it yet. But I will. I mean, come on, where's the bad? You get to play in the water, it's a great opportunity for people to check you out-- people not me, and you can totally say you tried it at least once."

A rapidfire exchange with the employees at the rental shack, and they were handing over a pair of surfboards, which Kennedy planted in the sand and leaned against with one eyebrow raised in challenge.

"Surf's up, Watcher-junior. Let's go catch one. They're just waves, not like... Vahrall demons."

Yeah, she actually knew some demon species names. See?

Wesley surveyed the board dubiously. "I'd almost prefer a Vahrall demon," he deadpanned. And come on, so would Kennedy. The chance to fight stuff? Way cooler than surfing.

But fine, fine. He sighed and picked up one of the boards. "All right, all right, let's go," he said. Then, timidly: "Er -- is the water cold?"

Real manly.

Kennedy snickered, yeah. She couldn't help it.

"I'm pretty sure you won't turn blue," she assured him, although she'd concede he was right about the demon thing. She picked up the other board and started toward the water. "You know, now that you mention it? It'd be really funny to see how people would try to explain that away. Like... someone got a really bad bottle of sunblock and had an extreme breakout."

No, Kennedy, it wouldn't be that funny.

Wesley rolled his eyes. "All right, fine, I won't turn blue." And believe it or not, he actually stepped into the water and didn't turn blue! Science in motion, Wes. Science in motion.

"So, isn't this rather a more Californian thing to do than... wherever you're from?" He sized her up, then guessed, "New York?"

"Got it in one, genius," Kennedy told him, splashing into the water up to her knees. "Even in the Hamptons it wasn't so much a thing for me, but it was fun to try on vacations and stuff just to freak my stepmom out."

Kneeling on the board, she started paddling out toward the waves.

"Besides, I kinda thought I should sort of, y'know, know. In case I ended up somewhere it was a thing."

Ah. That got some sympathy from Wes.

"For the record, there isn't surfing on the Hellmouth," he told her, choppily trying to imitate her movements on the surfboard. "There's a beach, but it's quite far. The town itself is desert."

Just, you know, in case that was what she was thinking.

Kennedy swung her legs out over the edge of the surfboard and dangled her feet in the water, the board bobbing gently beneath her on the swells.

"Sure as hell's closer than New York, though, huh?" Okay, that way lay morose thinking, and Hawaii was not the place for it. "Plus who has time for surfing with all the crazy stuff going down, anyway. Points for Hawaii on that level and all."

She eyed an incoming wave and stretched out on her stomach along the board, paddling to angle herself toward the shore. "Wanna try this one? Standing totally optional for the first round."

Sure, she could've shown off and tried to stand up for this, but A) she didn't feel like wiping out herself, and B) she apparently took teaching people things kind of seriously.

Aww, he hadn't meant to bring the morose. Well, that was the end of that topic. Back to surfing! And possibly wiping out. Yeah, he was going to sit for the first one.

He turned his board around so he was angled the same way she was, a full-watt expression of we're-all-gonna-die on his face, and waited for the wave.
And waited.

And then turned around to see if it was even coming at all, at which point, of course, the wave actually chose to arrive. He didn't immediately fall off the board, which he considered an enormous plus, but he was clutching the board for dear life, so that had something to do with it.
Aaaaand... he survived. Ta-da!

"No wipeout for you! Nice one," Kennedy called, paddling over to hold up a hand for a high five. (Did Watchers do high fives? 'cause that was all spontaneous and stuff.) "Told you it wouldn't be that bad."

She snickered. "Even though oh my god, you so looked like it would be."

Wes blushed. Well. That wasn't that surprising, but Kennedy didn't have to point it out! Yes, he was a whiner. Shush. Awkwardly, he high-fived her, then looked eagerly back at the oncoming waves. "Could we try more?" he asked, rather hopefully.

Yes, he'd changed his tune.

"Damn right we can." Kennedy? Already paddling back out toward the waves. "Aim a little higher, even, try a bigger one."

Wheeeeee, she so won, huh?

Wesley's enthusiasm levels were way higher than standard-issue for Watchers, even for dorky things like demon research, and this was quite, quite different from demo research. So yeah, Kennedy won.
"You know, I think I'm getting quite go--"

And then a bigger wave hit and he kind of wiped out. Fail, Wes.

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