Beach: Felicity and Van
Felicity took the whistle into her hands, amused how such a little thing could throw them off. She pressed the whistle to her bottom lip, allowing the crowd on the beach to their previous activities. Let them wonder and then have to deal with it again. She wondered if it was a high grating noise to them or just one of many that surrounded them. She then pressed her lips together, blowing into the whistle. She even gave it a couple of huffs, but not on purpose. Those came from the laughter that erupted.
Her attention turned to Van who had turned more serious. A single eyebrow raised. What a strange question. "Is there a reason you're asking me this?"
She wasn't under some delusion that Van was hitting on her. The question, if anything, sounded like the setup to a joke if he was messing around or if maybe he seemed unsure of it. She pressed her lips together, now holding the whistle out for him.
"Perhaps if you didn't have 'fuck off' tattooed across your forehead," she answered truthfully. Thinking someone was attractive though did not lead to much more than that. She was engaged already, and she wasn't the sort to go chasing boys.