Open | The Epicurians Present: The 1st of September Beach Bash!

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Who ► Leo & Anyone that wishes to join!
What ► BEACH PARTY!!
When ► September 1st
Where ► Δ Haggard Traveler's Reprieve
Content Warnings ► People will be drunk. Will add to if needed

[The time has come... for fun! Δ Haggard Traveler's Reprieve has been decorated with all the niceties that a beach party requires - docks for fishing, large umbrellas to hide from the sun, several tables with sets of chairs for sitting and conversing, and the most obvious addition: a massive roaring bonfire with a big cooking mesh over the top of it for barbecue cookin'!

Leo's wearing a fishing hat and aviators alongside his trademark loincloth-and-nothing-else getup for maximum dissonance. From his position on the other side of the bonfire, he waves a hand at those arriving.]

Welcome to the Beach Bash! Snacks and drinks are on the tables, bottles of sunscreen and crafting tables are under the umbrellas, and complementary fishing gear are at the docks for your convenience. Have fun, friends~

[Emperor Grunty is also here, should you wish to annoy him! He's currently laying in the sand with a reflector. What? Grunties need their sun too!]

Comments

[dissimulative]

[ So very smooth. Oria ends up laughing. ]

Emil, wanna know something?

[insinning]

...yes?

[ Can his cheeks calm down, thank you!! Maybe he needs to go back in the water and just stay there]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria won't let him on both accounts, because he reaches over to hook his finger into Sinclair's choker and pulls him over to whisper into his ear: ]

I still have it on me.

[insinning]

[Sinclair hadn't expected that. He catches himself against Oria's shoulders and.

Oh.

Oh.

Yeah, his cheeks wont be calming down any time soon.]

Ah.

[Does he apologise for that??]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria laughs a little. Oh no. Sinclair is so cute. Oria lets go of the choker and sits up straight again. He wants to tease him some more, but he feels like he broke the threshold for the moment. ]

Yeah, you s--

[ Just kidding. Nothing is going to stop this pain train. Hope Sinclair will stop Oria from saying that because if he won't, it'll be even more intensely embarrassing. ]

[insinning]

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

He doesn't know what Oria will say next, but he already knows he doesn't want to hear it. So he grabs Oria by the lapels of his vest and drags him in for a kiss because he can. This is fine.]

1/3

[dissimulative]

[ Honestly? Oria deserved that. The kiss is fine though. The kiss tastes-- ]

[dissimulative]

[ —salty. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria vanishes, just like that.

Oriade has logged out. ]

[insinning]

[The kiss was suppose to be brief, chaste. Just enough to stop Oria from speaking anymore.

But then he pulls back, and Oria--disappears.

Ah.

What has he done?]

+1

[insinning]

[bye

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