Darcy & Kevin: Absalom, Absalom!
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xp_logsDarcy catches up with Kevin and his old man approach - in every way - to relaxing poolside.
"That lounger wide enough for two?" Darcy asked with a teasing grin as she stared down at Kevin. "Digging the plaid, by the way. Very adorable professor of you."
"I wore this in the resort. Just not on the catamaran." Kevin said, looking up from his book. He had his sunglasses on, a hat on the porch next to him, a drink next to it, and a clear line of sight to the pool. He crossed his legs, opening up the rest of the chaise to her. "Sit, so you can tease all your boyfriends and girlfriends."
"If I was doing that, I'd be in your lap, not next to you," she quipped, settling down along his side. "This is just companionable social time with one of my favorite people. What topic are we reading on while pretending not to people watch and gather intel, hm?" She tilted her sun hat so the brim wouldn't smack Kevin in the face, which had the bonus of partially hiding her face while still allowing her to watch the various shenanigans going on around her. "I'm not sure the boys are down here yet, actually. Lego came out with a braille set and I got it for Matthew. He's been holed up with Clint, Doug, and Foggy almost entirely since it arrived."
"You know, I don't know if you're in a relationship or are re-enacting Peter Pan as Wendy for that lot." Kevin said wryly. "At least your other date is doing proper adult things like drinking." He motioned towards Inez over by the cooler. "But it's a nice sunny holiday, so perfect for the miseries of 'Absalom, Absalom!' by the pool."
"Legos don't have an upper age limit," Darcy replied primly, "and I couldn't resist ordering them when I got the announcement email. Everyone deserves to have the Lego experience. Even the Lost Boys." She didn't agree entirely with the Wendy comment, but in this specific instance... Well. She glanced at the book from her place against his upper arm. "If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can," she murmured.
"Faulkner always had that wonderfully bleak way with words. It was my uncle that turned me on to him when I was a teenager." Kevin shrugged. "I mean, I saw all the Howard Hawks movies he did but never knew he was the writer."
"Autumn reading for me. Curled up with a blanket and warm drink, watching the leaves. Pool is for fluffy stuff I don't have to pay a lot of attention to, so I can pick it up and put it down with ease." Darcy slid her phone out of the small bag she was carrying and pulled up Libby. "Speaking of which, I got a notification that I was finally to the front of the line for the next Bridgerton novel. Let me know if you need to adjust your arm for easier reading."
"Shapeshifter, remember? I'll adjust as needed." He said with a wry grin. "The whole beach reading thing didn't come until later for my generation. I mean, I wouldn't pack Joyce for poolside relaxation... I could have brought Michner, but those are pretty heavy for the chaise-lounge, and I am a delicate flower, after all."
"Well sure, but sometimes it's just as easy to tell me to sit up for a second so you can readjust." Darcy poked him lightly in the side. "Although I suppose it's easy enough to flush out your arm trying to go to sleep or whatever."
"I find it's just easier to make you pass me my drink when I need it because you're blocking it." He had already shifted the book, holding it open between three fingers slightly longer than they usually were while he read. "Also, that was a hint. My drink, if you would. It's the one made almost entirely of gin."
"Of course it was." Darcy had already put her phone on a leg, and reached to the side for his drink "Your gin and-" she took a sniff, then a sip. "hm, what's that kinda herb-floral note? I can barely taste it under the gin, but there's..." she swirled the drink, then took another sniff before holding it up to Kevin's mouth. "Huh, no, my nose isn't good enough."
"Dry vermouth. Add enough ice in a tall glass and you have a not-tini." He shifted so he could take the drink properly and sip.
"Little less gin for me and I think I'd like it." Darcy picked her phone back up, slowly getting sucked into the scandals and drama of the Ton as she relaxed at Kevin's side.
"A little less gin for me and people would be asking what was wrong with me." He said archly.
"That lounger wide enough for two?" Darcy asked with a teasing grin as she stared down at Kevin. "Digging the plaid, by the way. Very adorable professor of you."
"I wore this in the resort. Just not on the catamaran." Kevin said, looking up from his book. He had his sunglasses on, a hat on the porch next to him, a drink next to it, and a clear line of sight to the pool. He crossed his legs, opening up the rest of the chaise to her. "Sit, so you can tease all your boyfriends and girlfriends."
"If I was doing that, I'd be in your lap, not next to you," she quipped, settling down along his side. "This is just companionable social time with one of my favorite people. What topic are we reading on while pretending not to people watch and gather intel, hm?" She tilted her sun hat so the brim wouldn't smack Kevin in the face, which had the bonus of partially hiding her face while still allowing her to watch the various shenanigans going on around her. "I'm not sure the boys are down here yet, actually. Lego came out with a braille set and I got it for Matthew. He's been holed up with Clint, Doug, and Foggy almost entirely since it arrived."
"You know, I don't know if you're in a relationship or are re-enacting Peter Pan as Wendy for that lot." Kevin said wryly. "At least your other date is doing proper adult things like drinking." He motioned towards Inez over by the cooler. "But it's a nice sunny holiday, so perfect for the miseries of 'Absalom, Absalom!' by the pool."
"Legos don't have an upper age limit," Darcy replied primly, "and I couldn't resist ordering them when I got the announcement email. Everyone deserves to have the Lego experience. Even the Lost Boys." She didn't agree entirely with the Wendy comment, but in this specific instance... Well. She glanced at the book from her place against his upper arm. "If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can," she murmured.
"Faulkner always had that wonderfully bleak way with words. It was my uncle that turned me on to him when I was a teenager." Kevin shrugged. "I mean, I saw all the Howard Hawks movies he did but never knew he was the writer."
"Autumn reading for me. Curled up with a blanket and warm drink, watching the leaves. Pool is for fluffy stuff I don't have to pay a lot of attention to, so I can pick it up and put it down with ease." Darcy slid her phone out of the small bag she was carrying and pulled up Libby. "Speaking of which, I got a notification that I was finally to the front of the line for the next Bridgerton novel. Let me know if you need to adjust your arm for easier reading."
"Shapeshifter, remember? I'll adjust as needed." He said with a wry grin. "The whole beach reading thing didn't come until later for my generation. I mean, I wouldn't pack Joyce for poolside relaxation... I could have brought Michner, but those are pretty heavy for the chaise-lounge, and I am a delicate flower, after all."
"Well sure, but sometimes it's just as easy to tell me to sit up for a second so you can readjust." Darcy poked him lightly in the side. "Although I suppose it's easy enough to flush out your arm trying to go to sleep or whatever."
"I find it's just easier to make you pass me my drink when I need it because you're blocking it." He had already shifted the book, holding it open between three fingers slightly longer than they usually were while he read. "Also, that was a hint. My drink, if you would. It's the one made almost entirely of gin."
"Of course it was." Darcy had already put her phone on a leg, and reached to the side for his drink "Your gin and-" she took a sniff, then a sip. "hm, what's that kinda herb-floral note? I can barely taste it under the gin, but there's..." she swirled the drink, then took another sniff before holding it up to Kevin's mouth. "Huh, no, my nose isn't good enough."
"Dry vermouth. Add enough ice in a tall glass and you have a not-tini." He shifted so he could take the drink properly and sip.
"Little less gin for me and I think I'd like it." Darcy picked her phone back up, slowly getting sucked into the scandals and drama of the Ton as she relaxed at Kevin's side.
"A little less gin for me and people would be asking what was wrong with me." He said archly.
