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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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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. )

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

I plead the Fifth.

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( 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.]

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( 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.

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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?

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( 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.

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( 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.]

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

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

Just catch me, or something.

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Always.

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

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( 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.

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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.

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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?

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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?]

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( 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.

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[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.]

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There aren't undead.

( Which, to be fair, is probably more a reflection of what Rosita held onto moreso than whether or not Ruby actually told her anything more. Last time they really spoke about their own worlds, Rosita's pretty sure she had a gun on hand, and mostly in hand. )

People don't stick guns in other people's faces as often.

( A edge of self-mockery in that, the way Rosita puts edges in everything, makes everything sharp, as if she needs her words to act as a backup weapon in case things go south. ) Does your world involve a lot of musical numbers?

( ? she is ? so ? uncertain ??? )