Marie-Ange and Kevin, Beach drinks
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xp_logsVery backdated because I just found this in the wrong folder. Marie-Ange and Kevin have a lovely beachside chat over drinks.
"Already saw Amanda head out for brunch. Assumed you'd just finished breakfast."
It was just a little too early for swimwear, but Marie-Ange had a bikini on anyway, under a loose wrap skirt and tanktop. "Full English, but as you know, the way I do that is more likely to work up the appetite." She already had a mimosa in hand, and a water bottle peeking out of the over-sized shoulder bag that also had a novel, a sketch book and a towel.
"I'd call it traditional, but you always skip the bangers." He joked. "Headed for the beach?" He was dressed for it himself, which meant the plaid throwback swimshorts everyone had made fun of, sunglasses, a straw Panama hat, and one of the cheap sytrofoam coolers the beach keep on hand to pack with drinks for guests headed for the sand.
"Not always skip. They are just.. I cannot make a joke about tofu and fake sausage work. It is not happening." Marie-Ange was in a terribly good mood. "It is warm, sunny and no one has asked me to do a spreadsheet or powerpoint in three days. I am moving the office here, all meetings will be held toes in the sand, on a card table with coconut drinks from now on."
"I like it. I can have my operational chaise." They both settled in as Kevin took the eight newspapers the resort forgot they subscribed to until he'd pushed out and put them beside his beach chair. The cooler was settled next and he offered her a beer from it. "A drink to start?"
Normally Marie-Ange was not much of a beer person, but this was vacation, the cooler's ice was still frozen and not melted slush, and she trusted Kevin not to give her something truly undrinkable. "Merci, yes." She opened the bottle, took a drink and then set it and the mimosa on her little folding table next to her chair. "You are actually taking this as vacation, yes? As much as you can, I check all my emails and reports this morning, but we all work too much. Even you."
"Other than my morning papers, I have completely given over to nothing but food, drink and dance, so to speak." Kevin said, opening a beer for himself.
Marie-Ange laughed a little. "Oh good. I had no idea how I was going to press you to relax if you were not. Hard to push back on someone with your experience to take a break. I would feel ridiculous telling you of all people to stop working so hard."
"My body also doesn't operate like yours. I don't build up stress, fatigue, just normal aches and pains. I can have a spa day with a thought so to speak. So even though Lewis likes to get concerned when I'm working all hours, it's not actually an issue." Kevin took a long sip. "On the other hand, we don't connect enough as people outside of work at times. This break is a good remedy for that."
"That is why I would feel ridiculous, plus you are my grandpere's age." Marie-Ange took another long drink of the beer, and made a mental note of the brand - this was one she would be happy to have in the kitchen at home. "I had a whole one sentence of a speech about mental fatigue and physical fatigue not being the same, and threw it out. I like the hat. It suits you. So does the dancing, I heard a second hand rumor about you and Felicia."
"Every generation thinks they invented sex and dancing. Fortunally, Hardy grew up old." Kevin said, settling back. "I've been quizzed about my plaid trunks like it is an alien design."
"You should just tell them you are a ninety year old with the best plastic surgeon in the world." Marie-Ange said, with a laugh. "No, I like the trunks. I think they should make a return, it is better than bright orange or covered in flags."
"Plaid is classic." Kevin said, stretching out. "Just like me."
"Already saw Amanda head out for brunch. Assumed you'd just finished breakfast."
It was just a little too early for swimwear, but Marie-Ange had a bikini on anyway, under a loose wrap skirt and tanktop. "Full English, but as you know, the way I do that is more likely to work up the appetite." She already had a mimosa in hand, and a water bottle peeking out of the over-sized shoulder bag that also had a novel, a sketch book and a towel.
"I'd call it traditional, but you always skip the bangers." He joked. "Headed for the beach?" He was dressed for it himself, which meant the plaid throwback swimshorts everyone had made fun of, sunglasses, a straw Panama hat, and one of the cheap sytrofoam coolers the beach keep on hand to pack with drinks for guests headed for the sand.
"Not always skip. They are just.. I cannot make a joke about tofu and fake sausage work. It is not happening." Marie-Ange was in a terribly good mood. "It is warm, sunny and no one has asked me to do a spreadsheet or powerpoint in three days. I am moving the office here, all meetings will be held toes in the sand, on a card table with coconut drinks from now on."
"I like it. I can have my operational chaise." They both settled in as Kevin took the eight newspapers the resort forgot they subscribed to until he'd pushed out and put them beside his beach chair. The cooler was settled next and he offered her a beer from it. "A drink to start?"
Normally Marie-Ange was not much of a beer person, but this was vacation, the cooler's ice was still frozen and not melted slush, and she trusted Kevin not to give her something truly undrinkable. "Merci, yes." She opened the bottle, took a drink and then set it and the mimosa on her little folding table next to her chair. "You are actually taking this as vacation, yes? As much as you can, I check all my emails and reports this morning, but we all work too much. Even you."
"Other than my morning papers, I have completely given over to nothing but food, drink and dance, so to speak." Kevin said, opening a beer for himself.
Marie-Ange laughed a little. "Oh good. I had no idea how I was going to press you to relax if you were not. Hard to push back on someone with your experience to take a break. I would feel ridiculous telling you of all people to stop working so hard."
"My body also doesn't operate like yours. I don't build up stress, fatigue, just normal aches and pains. I can have a spa day with a thought so to speak. So even though Lewis likes to get concerned when I'm working all hours, it's not actually an issue." Kevin took a long sip. "On the other hand, we don't connect enough as people outside of work at times. This break is a good remedy for that."
"That is why I would feel ridiculous, plus you are my grandpere's age." Marie-Ange took another long drink of the beer, and made a mental note of the brand - this was one she would be happy to have in the kitchen at home. "I had a whole one sentence of a speech about mental fatigue and physical fatigue not being the same, and threw it out. I like the hat. It suits you. So does the dancing, I heard a second hand rumor about you and Felicia."
"Every generation thinks they invented sex and dancing. Fortunally, Hardy grew up old." Kevin said, settling back. "I've been quizzed about my plaid trunks like it is an alien design."
"You should just tell them you are a ninety year old with the best plastic surgeon in the world." Marie-Ange said, with a laugh. "No, I like the trunks. I think they should make a return, it is better than bright orange or covered in flags."
"Plaid is classic." Kevin said, stretching out. "Just like me."
