He half-turns, casts an exaggerated glance at the chairs sitting by the water, a little further onto the actual beach than the wicker set with cushions and an actual table over on the grass, and how big is this property, anyway? "Yeah, found it."
Turning back with a smartass smirk, while Steve rummages through the duffel bag that must have been here since this morning. When Steve first showed up, and tried to remove evidence from the crime scene, and...how the hell did they wind up here, again?
Which just leaves him shaking his head, and actually turning to walk down the gentle slope of the lawn towards the beach and the chairs, one hand holding his bottle, the other tracking a wide, graceless arc to encompass it. "Nice spot. You know, for everything other than hurricanes and tidal waves. Or coastal erosion. But nice."
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Date: 2014-09-11 03:35 am (UTC)"What, you mean that seat?"
He half-turns, casts an exaggerated glance at the chairs sitting by the water, a little further onto the actual beach than the wicker set with cushions and an actual table over on the grass, and how big is this property, anyway? "Yeah, found it."
Turning back with a smartass smirk, while Steve rummages through the duffel bag that must have been here since this morning. When Steve first showed up, and tried to remove evidence from the crime scene, and...how the hell did they wind up here, again?
Which just leaves him shaking his head, and actually turning to walk down the gentle slope of the lawn towards the beach and the chairs, one hand holding his bottle, the other tracking a wide, graceless arc to encompass it. "Nice spot. You know, for everything other than hurricanes and tidal waves. Or coastal erosion. But nice."