Sandra Simmons (morethanyou) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-05 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~mckenna dawson, ~sandra simmons |
Who: McKenna and Sandra
Where: The Beach
When: Saturday, January 22
A red Alfa Romeo Spider convertible pulled into a spot in a row of spaces that ran along the beach. Exiting the vehicle wearing a bandeau bikini with a printed coverup worn over, McKenna leaned back into the car to retrieve her bag. Shoulder the bag and readjusted her shades the blond started the walk from the lot toward the beach.
Sandra was already there, wearing Dior shades and a plain black one-piece. Not nearly as sexy as McKenna's, but it was practical; she had already spent some time in the water and planned to go out again later. She had a small cooler beside her, and popped the cap of something sweet and alcoholic, offering it to her friend as she approached. "Hey, glad you made it!"
McKenna grinned tipping her shades down slightly as she approached Sandra. "A little late it seems," seeing as the other girl had arrived at the beach before her, "but I am here." Tossing her bag down beside the cooler, McKenna slipped out of the coverup before accepting the beverage from her friend. "Didn't keep you waiting too long, did I." McKenna inquired lightly as she settled down beside the other blond.
"Only a few minutes." Sandra's drink was open, but it looked as though she'd only had a few sips. "Not much going on here, today. Surf's kind of dead. So, what's the good word? Anything fun and exciting going on?"
"Here in L.A." McKenna questioned back giving Sandra a are you kidding me look. "When does the city have anything fun or exciting to offer. I'd give just about anything to be in Barbados right now." McKenna sighed a bit longingly at that thought while she leaned back to stretch out beside her friend and once more adjusting her shades to keep the sun from reaching her eyes. While she could tolerate being in the sun for longer then a half hour in she kept herself hydrated, her eyes were another thing. The were quite sensitive to the sun's rays.
Sandra smirked. "True, true. A gal can hope, though."
Sandra wasn't aware of McKenna's condition, aside from a slight sensitivity to the sun for prolonged periods of time.
"So, do you just cover yourself with, like, SPF 1000 when you're there?" she asked. "Or is it all about the nightlife?"
"Both." McKenna responded with a grin. "And speaking of nightlife. Wanna hit Avarice later?" The club was, afterall, the most popular club within the city of Los Angeles. Even though most of the club's clientele didn't meet her standards, McKenna patroned the place due to it's reputation. That was as long as she had someone like Sandra tagging along with her.
"You know, that place could really benefit from a good VIP area," Sandra said, curling her lip a little. "I swear, like, every loser in LA hangs out there. The music's awesome, though, and the bartender's consistently awesome. So yeah, let's do that."
"The place definitely needs an injection of class." McKenna agreed. "You talking about the Tom Cruise lookalike who knows how to shake up a good drink." That bartender really seemed to know his stuff, and was definitely nice on the eyes in McKenna's view.
"Yeah, he's a cutie," Sandra said with a nod. "So, maybe we should make that our project this semester ... class up the joint a little bit. Promote a better quality of patronage. Not sure how to go about that," she admitted, "but there's gotta be a way, right?"
"I think just by showing up more frequently might be the thing." McKenna told her friend. "Though if for some odd reason that doesn't work I'm sure we can devise another plan." There had to be some way they could bring a little class to one of the most popular clubs in the city.
"I'm just glad I have you to hang around with," Sandra said. "Felt like such a loser, showing up here. It sucks, going to s new school. I'd have dropped out, but ... again ... loser. That's just not in the plan."
"Oh please," McKenna started with a dismissive wave of her hand, "you're as far from a loser as a person could get. And it's not like you had a choice in coming to Regan High. At least you give the high school a bit of class, unlike the majority of geeks, freaks and losers that wander the hallways."
Sandra smiled a little and felt a bit more secure. "It's just such a random bunch of freaks. I mean, really, the student body seems to collectively dress like they're bit players in some old grunge video or something. Who do you think it the worst offender?"
"God," McKenna voiced with a roll of her eyes under the shades she wore, "I don't know if I could single out a worst offender. I can give you a couple candidates for the ranking." The blond told her friend. "MacKenzie King, that little loser of a boyfriend of hers, and Julian Lasher. That guy gives me the creeps." McKenna shuddered with disgust at just the thought of the guy. "And then there's Jaycen Crosby. If that's what Chicago is breeding I'm glad I don't live there."
"Chicago's mostly hairy, bald football fans," Sandra said dismissively. "And 'Lasher'? Really? What the hell kind of name is Lasher? Well. I guess it's up to us to show them the error of their ways, hm? This is going to be a fun semester," she said, clinking her bottle against McKenna's.
"I know. Really." McKenna said with a roll of her eyes beneath the shades covering them. "Oh yes," she grinned as their bottles clinked together as if in some kind of toast. "Quite the fun year."