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Tweak says, "Akbar-O's: IT'S A TRAP"

Bill Weasley (_intombs) wrote in magicofloverpg,
@ 2016-01-11 01:38:00

Entry tags:

!rp, char: bill weasley, char: melinda bobbin, season: 1

RPG: Beach Night
Characters: Bill and OPEN TO ALL
Date: 11 January (Monday)
Setting: on the beach, after dark
Summary: Bill hosts a beach night for people to get to know each other.
Warnings: Language and possibly nudity; will edit for more. Please feel free to interact with each other below!

There were all kind of things to toast over the fire. Marshmallows, of course; hot dogs; pretty much anything you could put on a stick, including several magical creations that could prove interesting. There were also things to put in the fire -- he'd already prepared a few coconuts and nested them in the appropriate place to roast and break open at a later date.

He'd also gotten some fruit and cheeses and various alcohols supplied on a table off to the side, along with the fire-worthy offerings. He'd done things like this before, both growing up and with his fellow cursebreakers while on digs and jobs that took more than a day. He'd found it was a great way to break the ice, get to know people, and to honestly just relax and have some fun, which was what he was after.

It was startling to realize he'd half-forgotten how to relax and let go, though this place and these people seemed to be teaching him again. Oh, he had fun with his kids ... but adult fun, that was the thing! Plus, though there'd still likely be cameras, settings like this could make you forget them for a while at least.

He lounged about in casual garb, Muggle clothes, a shirt that clung and swim trunks that hung low on his hips, though both were comfortably well worn. He was barefoot in the sand, and planned on either shucking everything or wearing the swimsuit, whatever he felt like when the time came. For now, he toasted a marshmallow with unholy glee, preparing for one of those american smore thingies, though if he kept eating them crispy and burnt off the prongs supplied he'd never get that far.

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_melinda_
2016-01-13 10:41 pm UTC (link)

”Mm, maybe,” Melinda admitted, meeting Bill’s flash of a smile with one of her own. “But my mum is a pastry chef and my dad’s an apothecary so we’re not exactly wilderness people. So, doing things like these,” she took the proffered treat from him with a smile, letting her fingers brush over his, “well…” For a moment, she watched as the chocolate melted under the gooey marshmallow. “Making a joconde imprime with my mum, drawing fun shapes and doodles and animals with the biscuit dough and baking them so they could be baked into the contrasting dough, that’s… those are the pâtissiers’ version of a smore. And then I’d go exploring in the greenhouses,” she added with a self-deprecating chuckle. She knew she was a city girl, even though she wasn’t scared of getting dirty.

Holding up the smore, she looked at it, turning it this way and that, trying to figure out the best way to bite from it. Finally, she decided to just try. However, the small bite that she attempted just resulted in her biting off a tiny bit of cracker as the deliciously gooey filling bled out of the other side, and when she tried to save that, she ended up licking the heel of her hand and smearing the sticky goo on the side of her chin. “Gods,” she laughed delightedly as she tried to wipe away the chocolate, only to end up smearing more elsewhere. “This is so good and I’m failing miserably at it.”

	_intombs 2016-01-26 10:58 pm UTC (link)
	Bill grinned, broad and goofy and utterly relaxed. He leaned his head against hers, his large hand gently cupping the back of her head still. He felt good, all sorts of relaxed and happy. "Wow is definitely the word," he agreed. "Very wow." (Reply to this) (Parent)