XF Holiday: Dock Of The Bay
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xp_logsBACKDATED: Kevin and Wanda relax out in the sun.
One of the nice things about the private area of the resort was that they were free to classify the beach and decks as they pleased. By team agreement, they'd set up broad times for clothing optional swimming and sun-bathing to protect their teammates who were not as casual in their body modesty. For the rest, well... Kevin walked out to the deck looking over the ocean. He had a towel slung over his shoulder, an ice bucket with six beers and a small bottle of vodka in it. He was wearing the plaid bathing suit that had caused several amused comments about his 'old man' look and his sunglasses.
"Maximoff." He said as he sat down on the lounge next to her. Her clothes and towel were in a neat pile beside her chair. Kevin put the bucket of drinks between them before sliding off his own shorts and stretching out in the sun. "This is how a December should feel." He said, settling back in the sun.
Wanda's laugh was slightly muffled by her arms and hair. She was stretched out on her stomach to tan her back and the rest of her. She'd gotten some looks from the waiter - he was used to the nudity for sure but probably not the scars and dings that marked her skin. But Wanda hadn't and didn't care, she wore those with pride like any of her other features.
"Kevin," she said, pillowing her head on her arms so she could look at him through a cascade of hair, "I grew up in Bulgaria and then all over Eastern Europe. This is not how December should feel. No, this is how paradise should feel."
"Chicago. This is the 'we don't need freezers to keep the beef frozen at the warehouse weather for us." He said. "Beer?"
""Chicago and Eastern Europe winters don't sound so different. Less bears in Chicago, I'm thinking though. And yes, please." Pushing herself up, she reached over so that she could take the cold beer that he was handing her. Goosebumps popped up as she took the cold bottle. "How long have I been tanning out here," she laughed, sitting up all the way to lay against the back of the chair.
"About an hour, based on the colour of your thighs." He joked, taking a long sip from his bottle and settling back. "Lots of Bears in Chicago, but they haven't won a Super Bowl since 1986. That's why I became a Giants fan."
She chuckled, glancing over her sunglasses at her legs. “Well, our line of work doesn’t really allow for much sunbathing, so I suppose I’ll have to take advantage while we’re here. Since it’s a shame that we can’t relocate the office.”
Wanda took a long drink of the beer and sighed after, tilting her head back. “We are absolutely making this a yearly thing, however. I’m putting it in my contract.”
"Tropics get old after a while. I'd demand a mandatory paid vacation with multiple options. The Med, Southeast Asia... I know some utterly sinful places in South America." Kevin said. He didn't need to tan, but settling back and enjoying the even heat across his body was hard to resist.
"Hmm, see, I knew I liked you for a reason. You always seem to have the best ideas." Sighing happily, she took another sip of the beer and stretched her legs out. "Wherever we go, though, it always need to be all inclusive. Clothing optional is also a plus."
"I consider all my vacations clothing optional, but I'm old fashioned like that." He picked up his bottle for a swig. There was something about drinking beer in the heat. Brought back too many memories to count.
"See, that kind of old fashioned never goes out of style." Wanda wiped the condensation off the bottle with her fingers before winding them at the hair at the nape of her neck that had been growing damp with sweat. She sighed. "Don't think I regret our line of work one bit but this is nice. I'd have to check my calendar to try to figure out the last time I was this relaxed."
"I'm a shapeshifter, so I get to cheat. Imagine being able to relax properly and instantly with a thought?" He said and grinned brightly at her. "Yes, I know. You hate me for it."
Wanda, very maturely, blew Kevin a raspberry. "Oh that's simply not fair," she laughed. "With just a thought and suddenly..." She snapped her fingers. "No more tense back or killer headache?" She sighed dramatically. "Honestly, reality breaking powers really don't lend themselves to fun uses."
"'Rip apart the universe' abilities to tend to have a limited purpose, even if powerful." Kevin nodded. "On the other hand, in a tight situation, my ability to avoid fallen arches is likely to save significantly fewer lives."
Laughing, she reached over to snag another cold bottle from the ice bucket. "Do not underestimate that ability - the number of times I have had to sprint in this job in heels is stupidly high." She held her bottle up for a toast. "But currently, here's to no running and to vacation."
One of the nice things about the private area of the resort was that they were free to classify the beach and decks as they pleased. By team agreement, they'd set up broad times for clothing optional swimming and sun-bathing to protect their teammates who were not as casual in their body modesty. For the rest, well... Kevin walked out to the deck looking over the ocean. He had a towel slung over his shoulder, an ice bucket with six beers and a small bottle of vodka in it. He was wearing the plaid bathing suit that had caused several amused comments about his 'old man' look and his sunglasses.
"Maximoff." He said as he sat down on the lounge next to her. Her clothes and towel were in a neat pile beside her chair. Kevin put the bucket of drinks between them before sliding off his own shorts and stretching out in the sun. "This is how a December should feel." He said, settling back in the sun.
Wanda's laugh was slightly muffled by her arms and hair. She was stretched out on her stomach to tan her back and the rest of her. She'd gotten some looks from the waiter - he was used to the nudity for sure but probably not the scars and dings that marked her skin. But Wanda hadn't and didn't care, she wore those with pride like any of her other features.
"Kevin," she said, pillowing her head on her arms so she could look at him through a cascade of hair, "I grew up in Bulgaria and then all over Eastern Europe. This is not how December should feel. No, this is how paradise should feel."
"Chicago. This is the 'we don't need freezers to keep the beef frozen at the warehouse weather for us." He said. "Beer?"
""Chicago and Eastern Europe winters don't sound so different. Less bears in Chicago, I'm thinking though. And yes, please." Pushing herself up, she reached over so that she could take the cold beer that he was handing her. Goosebumps popped up as she took the cold bottle. "How long have I been tanning out here," she laughed, sitting up all the way to lay against the back of the chair.
"About an hour, based on the colour of your thighs." He joked, taking a long sip from his bottle and settling back. "Lots of Bears in Chicago, but they haven't won a Super Bowl since 1986. That's why I became a Giants fan."
She chuckled, glancing over her sunglasses at her legs. “Well, our line of work doesn’t really allow for much sunbathing, so I suppose I’ll have to take advantage while we’re here. Since it’s a shame that we can’t relocate the office.”
Wanda took a long drink of the beer and sighed after, tilting her head back. “We are absolutely making this a yearly thing, however. I’m putting it in my contract.”
"Tropics get old after a while. I'd demand a mandatory paid vacation with multiple options. The Med, Southeast Asia... I know some utterly sinful places in South America." Kevin said. He didn't need to tan, but settling back and enjoying the even heat across his body was hard to resist.
"Hmm, see, I knew I liked you for a reason. You always seem to have the best ideas." Sighing happily, she took another sip of the beer and stretched her legs out. "Wherever we go, though, it always need to be all inclusive. Clothing optional is also a plus."
"I consider all my vacations clothing optional, but I'm old fashioned like that." He picked up his bottle for a swig. There was something about drinking beer in the heat. Brought back too many memories to count.
"See, that kind of old fashioned never goes out of style." Wanda wiped the condensation off the bottle with her fingers before winding them at the hair at the nape of her neck that had been growing damp with sweat. She sighed. "Don't think I regret our line of work one bit but this is nice. I'd have to check my calendar to try to figure out the last time I was this relaxed."
"I'm a shapeshifter, so I get to cheat. Imagine being able to relax properly and instantly with a thought?" He said and grinned brightly at her. "Yes, I know. You hate me for it."
Wanda, very maturely, blew Kevin a raspberry. "Oh that's simply not fair," she laughed. "With just a thought and suddenly..." She snapped her fingers. "No more tense back or killer headache?" She sighed dramatically. "Honestly, reality breaking powers really don't lend themselves to fun uses."
"'Rip apart the universe' abilities to tend to have a limited purpose, even if powerful." Kevin nodded. "On the other hand, in a tight situation, my ability to avoid fallen arches is likely to save significantly fewer lives."
Laughing, she reached over to snag another cold bottle from the ice bucket. "Do not underestimate that ability - the number of times I have had to sprint in this job in heels is stupidly high." She held her bottle up for a toast. "But currently, here's to no running and to vacation."
