Audrey/Oliver (and Percy, maybe?)
This late in the day, the cooking had all but died down. Oliver was sitting in a lawn chair, a plate of pancakes to his left, a gin and tonic held in his hand and he made no move to stand up at hearing Audrey's voice. He was too tired, and she far too energetic.
Let her come to him, for once. In a cheeky sort of way, of course.
'Show me your tits and I'll think about it!' he hollered back, all grins and bright eyes hid beneath large aviators. It was sunset but the sky was no longer overcast and the entire street was bathed in orange, red and yellow.