RP: Beach Party Who: Everyone and their dog Where: Beach, Dar Oma When: Starting Friday evening, going on 'til who knows when Rating: Going to go R, just in case Status: Open, ongoing Summary: It's a beach party ...
The bonfire was blazing prettily, multi-hued flames stretching toward the twilight sky, and the silver smiled absently as she watched it.
There were tables of food, grills, and firepits. Metal tubs held ice and drinks - both alcoholic and non. There were blankets and towels and chairs of various sorts and sizes - even an armchair, and Laurel puzzled for a moment over that before shrugging and chalking it up to belonging to one of the eccentrics in Dar Oma.
She plunked down on a purple towel, watching the water and the other people. She was unsurprised to see a trio of girls already, though she was moderately surprised to see Jaime wearing a coverup over her bathing suit.
But no, she supposed she wasn't that surprised. After all, considering what had happened when Riverfell had invaded ... no, she wasn't really surprised at all.
Laurel watched, amused, as Corey ran up to the water to put a foot in, screeching about how cold it was. The other girls laughed, and Laurel grinned. Whether or not anyone showed up besides them, she didn't care. It was an option, an activity for all the people here to get together and meet each other if they wanted.