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[notsheepish]

Hey there, it's Ruby, or will be soon. Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

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[notsheepish]

[Oh, she's beholding! Don't worry.

Ruby is similarly dressed, though with a tank-top on as well, as she approaches slowly, not saying anything until she gets close.]

Guess it was the right one after all.

let's be wild and declare it PERMAACTION

[pejoratives]

( The nearby voice, even one she expects, has Rosita's hand dropping to wear there would normally be a holster. There's not really much to be done with a gun at the beach, though, and so her hand hits empty air as she looks over her shoulder towards Ruby. Her expression is a mix of surprised and faintly annoying (the default, really) and being expectant. )

You know a lot of tacky bars?

( Is it possible to sound very amused and very annoyed at the same time?


Yes. Yes it is. )

[notsheepish]

[Ruby definitely notices the motion but chooses not to comment. Instead she just smiles and raises her eyebrows.]

I plead the Fifth.

[pejoratives]

( Excuse.

Rosita leans back ever so slightly, crossing her arms. Oh, she'll endure many things, but tackiness? Hell no. )

Maybe I should rescind my invitation.

( Dry, before she offers a bit of a smile. Just a bit of one. ) Come on. Unless you wanted a drink in a pineapple, or something.

[notsheepish]

[She's joking. Mostly.]

Maybe I do. Pineapples are delicious and... biodegradable?

[Not her best attempt, but come on, it's her first time defending a pineapple's honor.]

[pejoratives]

( She sighs, but is already walking towards the tiki bar, so help her. )

Coconuts are better.

( Who knows why. Maybe just because Ruby is determined to support pineapples, for some bizarre reason. ) They're...

( ??? )

Musical.

( Okay she is also bad at this, but quiet scorn is kind of her thing. She's working on getting it trademarked. )

You like pina coladas?

[notsheepish]

[Okay, yeah, she is definitely laughing at that. Sorry, not sorry.]

And getting caught in the rain? Sure.

But I was mostly kidding about the tacky bars. We don't have to go in there if you don't want to.

[pejoratives]

Just don't start talking about yoga, and we're fine.

( She turns at that, walking backwards a few paces, hands resting behind her head. )

I was thinking pineapple drinks could be to go, but we can grab something later, if you want. ( A lazy sort of shrug. ) I hear booze and the beach aren't always the smartest combination in the world.

( Which is to say that it's Ruby's call, and despite her grumbling? Rosita really doesn't mind either way.

[notsheepish]

I can't say I've combined them often, but they're not too bad, I don't think.

How about we skip the pineapples for now, but keep them in mind in case we get hungry later and want to have a drink or two with dinner?

[pejoratives]

( Stopping her tiki-ward stroll, Rosita weighs the options. )

You drive a hard bargain.

( But somehow she'll live with it, apparently. Rosita's hands drop to her side, swinging slightly. )

Drinks and dinner, huh. That was very smooth, Ruby.

[notsheepish]

[Okay, that definitely earns her a smirk.]

You caught me. Whenever I'm seducing a woman, there are fruit-cups and tiny umbrellas involved. It's part of my foolproof technique.

[pejoratives]

( She doesn't laugh laugh, but she does smile, exhales her breath slightly harder so it could almost pass for a huff of amusement, and shakes her head. )

Careful. I might swoon.

[notsheepish]

[Still counts. Sorry.]

Oh, it's way too late to avoid that. Face it. You're doomed.

[The least serious.]

[pejoratives]

It's a good thing you're so modest, and all.

( Her sigh sounds so aggravated, and she shrugs. )

Just catch me, or something.

[notsheepish]

Always.

[Which of those was that referring to? ...good question.]

[pejoratives]

( Just

A Look

thrown over her shoulder, eyebrow quirked, as she wanders down the beach towards the water. )

Cheesy.

( She can't say she doesn't enjoy the sentiment, but definitely cheesy. )

[notsheepish]

[Following behind with an easy grin.]

Sorry. I come from a very cheesy people. It's a hard habit to break.

[pejoratives]

Yeah, yeah.

( She reaches the water, wanders in up to her ankles, and turns to idly flick water at Ruby with her foot. )

I'll learn to live with it, I guess.

[notsheepish]

[Really? Rosita is getting SUCH an eyebrow raise right now.]

...oh, good. I'm glad that's not a deal-breaker.

[pejoratives]

I'm generous.

( Rosita agrees, before cracking a bit of a grin. )

I think you'd get along with Tara and Eugene, though. ( ... ) Which is concerning.

[notsheepish]

Are they pretty cheesy too?

[pejoratives]

Tara's cheesy. Girls like a damn fondue. Eugene is... ( A liar? Coward? Loser? Like a brother? A... Kind of weird, sometimes skeevy brother. Smart as hell? ) Weird.

Just how cheesy are the people back home?

[notsheepish]

Well... did you ever see that movie Enchanted?

[Hmm. Maybe a little too on-the-nose?]

[pejoratives]

( She is just going to pause for a second, crossing her arms as she stands in the water, gaze turning just a little suspicious. )

I'm concerned about where this is going.

[notsheepish]

[Well, she was mostly making a joke, but now she's wondering if this is maybe the time to go into things in a little more detail...]

How much have I told you about where I come from?

[She joins Rosita in the water.]