The Beach, Tuesday Evening

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If you asked April, the beach was a pointless, stupid place during the day but a reasonably tolerable place to drink beer at night, as long as a.) she had pregamed and b.) it wasn't freezing. Fortunately, both of those criteria were being met tonight. 

She had trekked out to the beach in a bikini and a hoodie (no pants -- half the point of going to the beach was that girls were excused from wearing pants) and now she was doing her job as a dedicated layabout by sprawling in the sand on a towel, cooler full of beer cans at the ready. 

"Guess this doesn't suck that much," she conceded as she reached for a beer.

[[for one! if you think this post is because GQ put aubrey in a hoodie and bikini and electrocynic is an enabler, you think right.]]

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[electrocynic]

Sarah had worn pants for the walk over, but she'd already shed them too. One-piece in fetching emerald green with a wornout hoodie it was, as she sat on her own towel on the sand.

"Well, there's no bloody sun out trying to barbecue you alive," she pointed out, grabbing a beer of her own. "Important fucking plus side right there."

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"You're so British," April noted. "But I agree. Why anyone likes hot weather is beyond me." 

She swatted at a mosquito with her foot. "It's like, why fucking go outside if it's more than eighty degrees?"

[electrocynic]

"Why indeed," Sarah agreed heartily. "Guy once dragged me here during a fucking heatwave. It was horrible. Utter bollocks."

Liar. She'd liked it.

But only because he'd been there.

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April openly grimaced at that, turning to regard Sarah with mild disgust on her face. "Why didn't you dump him sooner?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah snorted. "Unfortunate temporary insanity, manifesting in an affection for ginger bastards?" she quipped. "But for the record, I didn't dump his arse. He left. For outer space."

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"Maybe he'll live on the sun," April commented. "That'd be kind of hilarious for a ginger."

[electrocynic]

"Think he went a little farther than that." So not the point, though. "Still hilarious. He would've burned to a crisp by now."

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April took a moment to appreciate the mental imagery of some random ginger she didn't even know hanging out on the sun. It was an oddly appealing line of thought.

"I don't get wanting to go to space," she remarked after a slight pause to sip her beer. "Bet there's no wi-fi."

[electrocynic]

"No proper mobile signal, at least," Sarah offered with a shrug. Or maybe that was just that she and other people were crap at staying in touch. Could be either. "Wouldn't really mind that, though, the no wi-fi. Don't really use the internet for much as it is."

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"Oh, right, you're old," April 'recalled.' "You don't spend half your day on Facebook chat."

Weird.

[electrocynic]

"I'm not old." She couldn't be arsed to even look properly offended, though. Just downed more beer. "Just like to leave that sort of thing to the pathetic fanboys."

There was Lady Trouble femslash out there, you know.

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"...You have fanboys?" Well, that was potentially hilarious.

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes. ugh, fans. She'd never had any cool ones.

"Yes. The unwashed fucking masses of superhero fan societies."

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"Are any of them, like, psycho stalker types?" April wondered. "That'd be awesome."

April cared about safety about as much as -- and would make about as good a bodyguard as -- Don.

[electrocynic]

Annnd she was getting side-eyed a lot now. Yes, even though Sarah knew people like Don.

"No. How the fuck would that be awesome?"

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"Doesn't having stalkers mean you've, like, made it?" April asked, her eyebrows going on. "Plus you could just zap them."

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Sarah rolled her eyes. "I don't want to 'make it' ––" Yes, with air quotes. "–– if it means weirdos sniffing through my rubbish bins."

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"You could throw out explosives," April suggested. "Get a reputation as the angry hermit superhero."

[electrocynic]

... Sarah already kind of had that. Well, the angry part anyway.

"That seems like far too much trouble. I'd have to get explosives off Don or something."