[For some, the lack of wifi and air conditioning might be a harm. For Vasquez, it's bliss. When Buffy had suggested coming out here, he hadn't needed much convincing. While he isn't exactly dressed for the beach in his linen pants and his long, loose henley shirt, he still feels more than comfortable enough and, more importantly, safe enough to drop into one of the chairs.
It's not long before he's asleep, his hat tipped low over his face. While it's not bad for someone to fall asleep in public like this, his snoring is loud enough to catch attention, given that it's not subtle and when the ocean waves crash, then the sound of snoring comes in after it, a not very appealing thing.
Lucky for anyone who approaches, he's very easy to wake, but it might earn a glare or two. Wakers, beware.]
burn, baby
[There's something about a fire that Vasquez loves. Maybe it's the ease with which he can lean down and light his cigarette straight from the flames, maybe it's the warmth, or maybe it's just the cracking sound and knowing that it can consume. He's set a few in his time, usually as a distraction, but he has no idea why people keep pushing food and sweets into the fire, a distraction, to say the least.
Sitting back against the sand, he lets the flames flicker over his face, his cigarette lighting him in the darkness, adding his own little smokestack, as he sits and works it over, watching the people drinking with envy. Why didn't he think to bring more? Sure, he's slightly tipsy, but he wants a bottle right beside him.
Fire, cigarette, a bottle, and maybe a woman? Well, now, that's just the perfect situation. Shame he's so comfortable, he doesn't aim to move.]
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[For some, the lack of wifi and air conditioning might be a harm. For Vasquez, it's bliss. When Buffy had suggested coming out here, he hadn't needed much convincing. While he isn't exactly dressed for the beach in his linen pants and his long, loose henley shirt, he still feels more than comfortable enough and, more importantly, safe enough to drop into one of the chairs.
It's not long before he's asleep, his hat tipped low over his face. While it's not bad for someone to fall asleep in public like this, his snoring is loud enough to catch attention, given that it's not subtle and when the ocean waves crash, then the sound of snoring comes in after it, a not very appealing thing.
Lucky for anyone who approaches, he's very easy to wake, but it might earn a glare or two. Wakers, beware.]
burn, baby
[There's something about a fire that Vasquez loves. Maybe it's the ease with which he can lean down and light his cigarette straight from the flames, maybe it's the warmth, or maybe it's just the cracking sound and knowing that it can consume. He's set a few in his time, usually as a distraction, but he has no idea why people keep pushing food and sweets into the fire, a distraction, to say the least.
Sitting back against the sand, he lets the flames flicker over his face, his cigarette lighting him in the darkness, adding his own little smokestack, as he sits and works it over, watching the people drinking with envy. Why didn't he think to bring more? Sure, he's slightly tipsy, but he wants a bottle right beside him.
Fire, cigarette, a bottle, and maybe a woman? Well, now, that's just the perfect situation. Shame he's so comfortable, he doesn't aim to move.]
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