Is it hot in here, cuddlers, or is it just us? No, it's definitely hot — the end of summer is here, and a few miles out from the city, on the beach, the scene is set: if you’ve been able to follow’s Baby’s clues, they led you here.
The dress code is — surprise, surprise — beachwear, but do think of bringing some layers to cover up these beautiful bikinis and all, because the night could get a little chilly if you stray too far from that bonfire. And, of course, if you don’t want to be that exposed, it’s not like the dress code is a mandatory thing, either. (Just don't be surprised if you hear a few disappointed groans from the audience if you come all covered up.)
The first thing that can be seen is a BAR, with a large poster advertising CriminALES at its front. Like any good beach bar, beers and cocktails with tiny little umbrellas in them can be obtained for a small price — or for free, if you're suave enough to impress the bartender on duty. Nearby, SNACK TABLES feature a veritable buffet of edibles, ranging from chips to brownies to crudites and dips (all courtesy of Kimberly and Clary, thank you!). However, if you felt like bringing your own food and alcohol to the party, you won’t be turned away.
Further down the beach, dry wood has been piled up in what looks like an imminent BONFIRE; if you're a little too delicate to rest on the sand, don't worry — there are plenty of bean bags, cushions, and blankets. Feel free to cuddle up to someone familiar, or maybe a new friend, and enjoy the roaring fire once the sun sets.
Beyond the obvious entertainment of the sun, surf, and sand, your party planners have gone to great lengths to ensure everyone is ready to have a great time. Near the bar, inflated beach balls and other toys are strewn around, and the beach's VOLLEYBALL COURT is no stranger to a game or two. As the night goes on, there just might be a few DRINKING GAMES started — "spin the bottle", anyone?
Of course, a party hosted by Baby himself wouldn't be the same without the all-important KILLER TUNES. Nestled directly to the side of the seating area, a makeshift DJ booth flanked by tiki torches serves as the beating heart of the party, and marks the start of a large square expanse of sand, a DIY DANCE FLOOR cordoned off by a large speaker in each of the four corners, all connected by links of colorful bunting.
As promised, the MUSIC will be blasting until the morning, ranging from massive party tunes
(no,
but
seriously)
to
romantic
ballads
for those who feel like a slow dance.
There are also, strewn around, some
serious
dancing
jams
because what’s a party without some exquisitely cheesy songs?
Later on, when there is less dancing and more lounging around,
quieter,
softer
classics
will be put on as background music.
Feel free to MAKE A REQUEST (or ten), or even steal the mic and sing a little song yourself!
Come on down, Cadelle, and give the summer one last hurrah before it goes away. As the unimitable Ella Fitzgerald would say, "it's summertime, and the livin' is easy."
The mod team is so excited to post our first PLAYER-HOSTED EVENT! If your character has the desire to host an event of some kind, be it a party, a grand opening for their business, or something else all together, please don't hesitate to let us know via our EVENT SUGGESTIONS POST!
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Have fun, cuddlers, and don't forget your SPF! |
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One day, I'd like to know more about these runes of yours. [ Trace them with his fingers, with his lips; know every single one of them, even those hidden underneath her clothes. Especially those. ]
I'm terrible. You're going to have to hold my hand the whole time to keep me from falling.
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( but she would.
and she notices, the way he looks at her; a woman having been trained to be adept to detail, observing targets from both near and far. of course, he wasn't something to treat as a mission, but habit was habit, and he wasn't exactly discreet about it, either. she won't call him on it, though, however it does little to lessen the smile that aches to tug at each dimpled crevice of her mouth. )
So that's what this is about- an excuse to hold my hand for an evening.
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In answer, he has to offer something, too. ] I could show you my scars, in return.
[ Far from being as sexy or intriguing, but probably as numerous. ]
Looks like I'm not as subtle as I like to think I am, huh?
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the physical was never something she'd been uncomfortable with, incredibly attuned to her body, her sexuality, the desires that rested at the tip of her tongue; however they didn't control her. she knew how to hold off if it was in their better interest- sex had never been the focus of her pursuit on another, and even then such chases were slim. she'd even been willing to give up the thought of it, mutual pleasure, such a sacred part of a relationship, for raphael.
it doesn't mean that she isn't tempted. the plump bow of his lips, how his large hands fit against her and hold her to him; she was only one woman, of course she thought of how they might feel should they get a bit more possessive, needy. but she could wait, however long it took. a mere murmur, then: )
I think that's a fair trade.
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He can be patient. ]
Then, it's a date.