Re: Island Adventure: Abe & Sasha
Abe was right. It wasn't particularly a vacation by that point, but what else would it be called? At least he could ask the questions that made her laugh, and she grinned wide as she spoke, "There were a few that wanted to start a mutiny. Especially once they had a half-dozen mimosas for breakfast. We lost two, though. One in Bermuda who I'm pretty sure just didn't want to leave Barracuda Grill. The other was tired of it all. She wanted to go home. She went on a kayak excursion and never returned. I've never heard such creative swearing from an 80-year-old in my life. If anyone could paddle from Nassau to New Orleans, it was her. I want to believe there's an island out there that they all wound up on, filled with rocking chairs that they can sit in and complain about the world forever."
Did she get them lost? "No." Yes, she did. "We're not lost." Yes, they were. Well, not really, since if they simply turned around they could get out. "And I can't take your kidney until after we've spoken to the magical Liopleurodon and he tells us how to get to Candy Mountain." That was just fact. As though there was a big ol' dinosaur waiting around the corner. They were in the dark, but it wasn't difficult to see the rather amused motion with the pineapple at her very nearly naked body. "I don't know where in this bikini you think I hid that rattle, but you probably wouldn't want to handle it so much after that." Sasha wasn't even armed, which was a huge deal for a girl that always had at least a knife on her. It expressed a level of trust that she didn't give to anyone else. Yeah, he was a psychic fish-man, but she felt safe with him. Even in a weird voodoo cave. Apologetically, "It's in my bag, back up at the house." Abe slapped the sand, and Sasha wasted no time at all in taking her seat next to him, bumping her thigh against his.
The pineapple was put down in the sand in preparation of the question she was about to ask. Serious business. Her fingers found his in the dark once more, which wasn't difficult given that she had plopped down right next to him, and she traced idle designs on the back of his hand with the fingertips of her now drink-free hand. "Can you- Could you see which way I went last time? Or does it only work like with surface thoughts?" She was working her way up to the invitation, easier in the dark when she wouldn't be able to see that adoration he felt drain from his face. But there was still that chance, maybe, just maybe, he would still accept her in spite of everything she'd done. And if not, maybe he'd understand why she felt he deserved better than her. Or they'd just find their way to the altar room. "You, uh, you can. I don't- I mean, it's okay." She wasn't even thinking about sandwiches anymore.