Tropical Distractions

[fredless]

Who:Fred, friends and YOU
What: A bonfire and evening to enjoy with friends
When:Second evening after arriving
Where:Down at the Beach
Rating: PG?


All things considered, it didn't seem that threatening. But Fred would never sit all that well with being yanked into unfamiliar settings without permission, and this was no different. After the rising waters, they first few hours on the ship had been especially difficult. It brought back too many specific memories. Still, a lot had happened between then and now -- and after a few hours it at least felt like she could breathe again.

And there were things that held some appeal.

Like the beach. There were memories as well, much more pleasant memories. And unlike the four seasons room, which always felt a little less than real? Fred couldn't help but think all that water actually lead somewhere. The air certainly tasted real enough, hot and sticky on her tongue. Everything soon started to carry the slightest whisper of salt.

She'd spent the day with Wesley exploring, and somehow they'd tumbled their way into fishing. It was something she hadn't actively done in years, not since summers with her folks on the Gulf. But it all came back to her, and soon they'd caught more than she knew what to do with. Fred didn't recognize the species, but the locals assured her they were edible enough. One idea tumbled into the other, until a sturdy bonfire was lit against the fading afternoon light. A dozen fat fish sat wrapped in palm leaves around the base of the fire, and a cooler rested nearby filled with a variety of fruit and drinks.

All that remained was to jot an invitation in her journal to anyone that might be interested.

Fred moved to settle into one of the higher dunes, watching the tide as it came in again. She was still in her suit, a simple sarong knotted at her waist. It might get cooler later, but for now she was content to catch the last of the sun on her shoulder and enjoy the sound of the waves.

Comments

[loisfuckinglane]

[She pats his arm, giving him a little tight smile] Comforting. But. This is not me doubting our managing skills. Which we've proven to be ... excessive, to say the least. [Her gaze flits out to where Chris is playing]

This is me not wanting to have my wedding day be anything less than perfect. And what about all the preparations we've already done, and... the McManus brothers have been fixing up that church in town and now it could be flooded and right back to square one... [Dramatic hand gesturing. There is a lot of it.]

[supes]

[His eyes drift to follow hers, landing on Chris. They have managed and adjusted really well –– not that they would have done anything but adjust to the child that would be theirs in the future.]

I get the worry that things might not be perfect. I do. But Paradisa has never left the town a wreck before, and if it decided to start now, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. It's just a building, Lois. I could whip up a new one if it came to it.

[loisfuckinglane]

You know, you're almost too good at this whole reassuring thing. Can't a girl just brood in peace these days? [Still, she bumps her shoulder up against him]

[supes]

[He smiles, and bumps her back. After a few days as a human, he's nicely adjusted to his new levels of strength.]

Not on the beach, or in the most peaceful planet in the universe. Unhappiness sticks out like a sore thumb, here.

[loisfuckinglane]

It's not unhappiness, and it's not as if I know we won't be happy no matter what happens, even if we have to go back and get married on the roof because everything is floating.

I know that.

But I feel like you've had so much of that, all that craziness, and just ... just once I want you to have something ...

[ Deep breath ] Just go right. The normal definition of right.

[supes]

[He considers that for a moment, feeling at once both touched and lost as to what it would even feel like to have everything go as anticipated.]

Lois, that means a lot to me, but my life has never been about normal or any lack of craziness. All I really want out of a wedding is to be able to marry the woman I'm in love with, and then be able to call her my wife.

It means so much to me that you want things to be the normal kind of right, but all I need is you.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ She looks over at him for a moment, chewing on her lip, before throwing her arms around him and leaning against his chest. ]

Like I said. You're almost too good at this.

[And then she pulls away a moment to look him sternly in the eye] But no psycho Russians pulling a gun during the vows. I'm drawing the line there.

[supes]

I've had practice.

[And then he laughs and wraps his arms around her.]

Anyone pulling guns during the vows is going to find themselves stranded in the middle of nowhere until after the reception.

[loisfuckinglane]

[She laughs too, then.]

You know, that'd almost be worth seeing.

[supes]

Almost, but I'm hoping to avoid it entirely.

[loisfuckinglane]

Maybe someone'll talk her down.

[supes]

I'll talk to her fiancé.

[loisfuckinglane]

No offense, but I get the feeling she wears the ludicrously tight leather pants in that couple.

[supes]

[Teasing:]

Is that any different from us?

[loisfuckinglane]

I don't know. I kind of thought the tights were your department. [smirkity smirk]

[supes]

Fair enough, but I don't think I'd ever seen a girl with jeans as tightly fitting as yours until I left Smallville. [Grin.] Plus, there's that whole Stiletto get-up.

[loisfuckinglane]

But you have to admit: I definitely worked it.

[supes]

Definitely.

[loisfuckinglane]

Treasure those memories, at least. Because I'm not breaking that one out again.

[supes]

That's alright. I think I've got us covered for superhero uniforms.

[loisfuckinglane]

I really couldn't top that if I tried.

[supes]

Spandex is a lot more practical than that plastic stuff, too.

[loisfuckinglane]

... Annnd a little harder to come by. [At a Halloween store]

[supes]

True. Actually, I don't know how I'm getting it fixed back home. It's easy enough to ask for a new one here, but I somehow doubt I'd ship it to mom every time I needed it fixed.

[loisfuckinglane]

If this is your friendly way of saying I need to learn to break out the needle and thread, you can think again, mister.