Doug and Bobby - Beach Day
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xp_logsBackdated - Doug and Bobby chill out on some loungers and Doug feels very old as all of his references miss.
Some days Doug felt like he was devolving into a koala. The marsupials, after all, often slept something like twenty or more hours out of the day. So, when the decision had been made for a small beach vacation, he had found a lounger to ensconce himself on with fruity drinks with umbrellas in them, a couple novels to at least nominally read, and mostly a decision to just do his best to listen to his own body for once and if that meant napping a bunch, then so be it.
If Doug was turning into a koala, that probably made Bobby a sloth or something similar. Especially on these hot, hot days. He was extremely grateful for his ice powers every day of the week, but twice on those hazy days of summer. He'd followed suit and pulled up a chair at a respectful distance from Doug, planting several bottles of various drinks around him.
Rousing from his latest mini-nap, Bobby reached down and plucked a bottle up, chilling it instantaneously with his powers before cracking it open and taking a long gulp.
"Ahhh, that's the stuff." He stifled a burp - barely - and then remembered there were other people around. "Yo, Doug, can I offer you a refreshing beverage?"
"I make a policy of never saying no to a beverage," Doug declared. "I mean, unless it's like, Mad Dog 20-20. That shit ain't refreshing at all." Not that he expected Bobby to give him anything like that, but it was important to manage expectations.
"WTF is a Mad Dog 20-20?" Yes, he did actually say WTF aloud, but in his defense he was trying to curb the swearing somewhat. "I mostly have cola, some ginger ale... oh, hey, I might have a cream soda or two." It wasn't that Bobby hadn't drank alcoholic beverages before, he just didn't have any on him at the moment, and payday was a little ways away. "If you have anything you want me to cool, though, I can help with that," he added.
"I believe the more refined term is 'flavored fortified wine'," Doug told Bobby with the air of a teacher giving instruction to a student. "I think the 20-20 is meant to signify that it's 20 ounces at 20% alcohol by volume." He chuckled. "So essentially a soda bottle of something to get you -really- messed up -really- fast. Ever heard of Night Train? Same kind of stuff."
"Night Train... isn't that a song by that really old classic rock band or something?"
He rummaged around until he found a root beer, chilling it with his powers before tossing it to Doug.
"I'm not old enough to drink, of course, so this is all completely hypothetical, but I bet if someone tried that once and got totally sick and vowed never to drink again, um."
He paused and frowned. "Wait, what was I saying again? Eh." He shrugged and took another chilled soda for himself.
"When did I get old," Doug muttered, taking the drink and clinking it companionably against Bobby's. "Contributing to delinquency and all that."
"Here here," Bobby agreed, then took a long sip. "Ahh, that's nice."
He gazed out at the beach and the others having fun all around them. "Dude, why don't we do this more often?"
Some days Doug felt like he was devolving into a koala. The marsupials, after all, often slept something like twenty or more hours out of the day. So, when the decision had been made for a small beach vacation, he had found a lounger to ensconce himself on with fruity drinks with umbrellas in them, a couple novels to at least nominally read, and mostly a decision to just do his best to listen to his own body for once and if that meant napping a bunch, then so be it.
If Doug was turning into a koala, that probably made Bobby a sloth or something similar. Especially on these hot, hot days. He was extremely grateful for his ice powers every day of the week, but twice on those hazy days of summer. He'd followed suit and pulled up a chair at a respectful distance from Doug, planting several bottles of various drinks around him.
Rousing from his latest mini-nap, Bobby reached down and plucked a bottle up, chilling it instantaneously with his powers before cracking it open and taking a long gulp.
"Ahhh, that's the stuff." He stifled a burp - barely - and then remembered there were other people around. "Yo, Doug, can I offer you a refreshing beverage?"
"I make a policy of never saying no to a beverage," Doug declared. "I mean, unless it's like, Mad Dog 20-20. That shit ain't refreshing at all." Not that he expected Bobby to give him anything like that, but it was important to manage expectations.
"WTF is a Mad Dog 20-20?" Yes, he did actually say WTF aloud, but in his defense he was trying to curb the swearing somewhat. "I mostly have cola, some ginger ale... oh, hey, I might have a cream soda or two." It wasn't that Bobby hadn't drank alcoholic beverages before, he just didn't have any on him at the moment, and payday was a little ways away. "If you have anything you want me to cool, though, I can help with that," he added.
"I believe the more refined term is 'flavored fortified wine'," Doug told Bobby with the air of a teacher giving instruction to a student. "I think the 20-20 is meant to signify that it's 20 ounces at 20% alcohol by volume." He chuckled. "So essentially a soda bottle of something to get you -really- messed up -really- fast. Ever heard of Night Train? Same kind of stuff."
"Night Train... isn't that a song by that really old classic rock band or something?"
He rummaged around until he found a root beer, chilling it with his powers before tossing it to Doug.
"I'm not old enough to drink, of course, so this is all completely hypothetical, but I bet if someone tried that once and got totally sick and vowed never to drink again, um."
He paused and frowned. "Wait, what was I saying again? Eh." He shrugged and took another chilled soda for himself.
"When did I get old," Doug muttered, taking the drink and clinking it companionably against Bobby's. "Contributing to delinquency and all that."
"Here here," Bobby agreed, then took a long sip. "Ahh, that's nice."
He gazed out at the beach and the others having fun all around them. "Dude, why don't we do this more often?"
