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T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs

WHO: Beach Party People!
WHERE: The MAC, the party bus, a rest stop, and the Wildwood Beach!
WHEN: Friday 11am and onward into the afternoon and evening
WARNINGS: Possible make outs? Possible fights?
SUMMARY: Teens and young adults in an RV driving to NJ to have a drunken bonfire. What could possibly go wrong???
FORMAT: OPEN! There will be sections for different locations and times of day, so feel free to tag in and collect as much CR as you like!

Jessica was beyond excited. In the days leading up to the RV trip, she barely shut up about it. Even as she boarded the RV Laura had procured for their adventure and took the shotgun seat, she could barely stop talking. It was a beautiful day in the City, and the weather reports for their destination in Southern New Jersey called for blue skies and sunshine. It would be perfect beach-going weather, and it was bound to be the perfect summer night!

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[Tom didn't really sleep until later at night, due to his job and being a bit of a night owl, so not much escaped him now that things were more or less quieting down, even if he was a little buzzed. He caught Laura's scent before he actually saw her walk off, having changed forms sometime during the day, and wandered off to find her.

He didn't say anything for the longest time, though he knew that she knew he was there, until finally walking over to her.]

Mind if I sit down with you?

[Laura was actually surprised at Tom's arrival. Apparently the alcohol had dulled her senses enough that she wasn't aware of a large walking carpet coming up to her. She glanced up at him, and after several seconds of thinking about it, she lifted her head off her arms and nodded.]

I would like that.

[She actually frowned at herself, and quickly looked away, focusing her attention on shifting some so there was room for him to sit inside her little sad groove thing. It didn't exactly accomplish anything, but it distracted her.]

[Tom moves to sit down next to her in the little sad groove, but he doesn't say anything for a while, just watching the waves with her. He didn't know if he was supposed to say anything or not. Laura was usually harder to read, but there was no doubt that there was something going on right now.]

Is everything okay? You seem kind of down.

[Which was a huge understatement, but the last thing Tom wanted to do was upset her further.]

Is the alcohol making you feel ill?

[She shifted again as he sat, not moving away or towards him, though she was close enough to feel his fur on her arm. There was something vaguely soothing about a giant cat. It helped that it was Tom, really.]

I don't know. I have never been drunk before. I was...happy earlier.

[She shakes her head as if trying to clear it and fails, then her head slumps down some.]

I am just...thinking.

Mm, thinking and drinking is never a good thing.

[He shifts a little closer and wraps an arm around Laura's shoulders, and he's not going to let her protest before he pulls her into a hug.]

Is there anything you want to talk about?

[Laura is genuinely startled by the hug, but after a few seconds she relaxes into it. Slightly. He's warm and fuzzy and that's hard to resist when one is sad. Her head winds up resting lightly against her shoulder.]

I don't know. I do not usually...talk about things.

It's okay. [He turns toward her to wrap his other arm around her as well, hugging her close and sighing softly.] You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm here though if you do.

[This is the closest Laura has been to anyone (outside of fighting) since she arrived in the city. She's almost tempted to move away, but after a few seconds more she settles into the hug and just rests against him, letting her eyes close. She can usually hear his heart beat but it's somehow clearer this way, and oddly relaxing.]

I am not usually...sentimental.

[Her voice was slightly muffled by his fur.]

But I can't stop thinking about my mother. And people from home.

It's probably just the alcohol, don't worry about it.

[Tom really doesn't consider himself the best person to be involved in anything remotely comforting like this. Hell, when his mother died, his idea of comfort was two packs a day and a cold six-pack.]

You miss them, it's understandable. I still miss my mom... and some of the people back home. They could always show up here.

My mother is dead.

[She frowns into his fur, and then shifts faintly.]

The others could, though. Sooraya was here when I arrived but she...left.

Mine is too.

[He pets her a little, sighing softly.]

You know this place brings back the dead...

Yes, I...

[She frowns into his fur.]

I am not...If she came here she would not know what happened. She couldn't, it would have to be...before.

[She seems like she might explain more, then just trails off into silence.]

[He thinks that he gets it. He isn't certain, and he's not going to pry any further, and dredge up ugly memories.

He cares about her too much to hurt her.]

It'll be okay.

[Laura makes a noise that might be a sigh and just stays curled up against him. He's sort of like a big, muscly teddy bear.]

That is unlikely.

[She keeps her eyes closed as she speaks.]

But it would be...nice.

[Damn right he's cuddly. It's something he actually prides himself in while in this body.]

Hey, it will be.

[He's not letting go anytime soon.]

I'll make sure it will be, okay?

[Laura makes a little noise that might actually be a laugh, though it's hard to tell.]

I think that might be beyond you.

But thank you.

Yeah, probably. [He laughs just a little bit.]

But you're not alone, okay?

Yes.

[Well, she knows she isn't. She doesn't know how she feels about it, but she knows it. She actually seems rather content to stay quietly curled up with him right now.]

Oh, and I'd prefer it if your healing factor made it so you can't get drunk again. I like it better when I'm the one who loses the contests.

[Just sayin'. Oh, and he nuzzles her slightly.]

...So do I.

[She sighed, her eyes closed now, not minding the nuzzling at all, oddly. From the thin sound of her voice, there's probably a decent chance she's falling asleep.]

[He doesn't say anything more, since he can tell from her breathing that she's falling asleep, and if she's comfortable, then he wasn't going to wake her. Tom shifts a little to get more comfortable, watching the waves come in while Laura sleeps.]

[And Laura does fall asleep, a sign of just how hard the alcohol hit her...and apparently she does trust Tom. Lucky him. ...Sort of.]

[She won't be waking up for ages, though...he may be stuck.]

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