Caravanserai [Rooftop Pool]

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[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 7th 2020, Late Morning
Wearing: (as pictured)
Location: Rooftop Pool
Tagging: Dylan

The first day had been spent mostly relaxing in her room and getting settled in. Why rush? There would be plenty of time to get foolish. Like now, for example. It was time, time to get over her anxiety about meeting people and worry about being seen as an ignorant small town girl and just get out there. She hadn't really cut loose in years after all. What was vacation for?

Of course for professional homebody Becky that didn't mean anything too crazy, but hey, she could work her way up. Donning flip flops and a wrap over her bikini and a pair of sunglasses with only a clutch to guide her she made her way out to the nice big pool on the roof of the building. A bar near a pool? Floating around with liquid happiness in decently okay temperature? It sounded like a great way to start the day to her!

A few minutes later she had laid up her clutch and wrap on a poolchair and was floating about the gigantic pool on top of a big bright green floaty chair, maroon toes dangling in the water, as she sipped her margarita and took in the relaxing atmosphere, the slightly trendy but laid back music, the lovely desert scenery, the feeling of being miles away from it all. Ah it was enough to make a girl forget her troubles and just float. Which was all she planned to do!

[Kokaine]

Name: Dylan Reid
Date | Time: Late Morning
Wearing: This + Mesh cover up, hat, sunglasses & flip flops
Location: Rooftop Pool
Tagging: Becky

You need to call me. Now.

- Sketch

Dylan knew she shouldn't have bothered clicking on the email when it came through. She had already changed and packed up to head outside for a bit--she'd spend plenty of time cooped up indoors in the coming days--and only stepped toward her laptop to close it and put it to sleep while she was gone so that no maids or other staff got into her business while she was out. However, just as her fingertips grazed the top the chime had sounded for a new message. She'd almost turned away anyhow, but... well, she'd never been good with curiosity and despite knowing there would be nothing good to come, she'd clicked anyhow.

Same ol' Sketch. Always did think he was God's gift, demanding this and that like he was owed something.

"No, what I need to do is go catch a tan. Can't be comin' out of the desert still looking pasty as hell." She said to no one in particular, shaking her head and sending her curls flying. She closed the laptop then and tried to ignore the unsettled feeling that wanted to threaten her chill as she scooped up her drawstring bag and sunglasses and headed out of her suite.

It didn't take her too long to make it up to the pool. No one stopped her or much bothered her on her way up. The staff was pleasant of course but not annoying, which she appreciated.

Once at the pool it was easy enough to notice that apparently some one else had had a similar idea. Though, with a glance Dylan determined she didn't share the other woman's 'pretty girl swag'. Setting aside her stuff, she stripped off her cover up, stepped out of her flip flops and made her way to the pools edge to begin walking down the steps into the water. She skipped on the drink for now, though she knew she might well change her mind at any time, and focused on just being at ease.

"Hope you don't mind me joining you," she said by way of greeting, opting to acknowledge the other woman in an attempt to be polite and not sneak up on anyone. She wasn't even sure the other would hear her but that was okay.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 7th 2020, Late Morning
Wearing: (as pictured)
Location: Rooftop Pool
Tagging: Dylan

Becky had found her happy place. Floating on the floaty device, her toes in the water, the floaty chair just low enough that her hips and core were submerged. Her hands high enough that they, and her drink, stayed dry. Nothing getting near her hair. Yes. This was the life.

She was aware that another person was walking into the pool as she heard their slight splash and felt the little waves, but it wasn't enough to rouse her. She figured it was another person come to sensibly enjoy the very cool water and the nicely warm sun. Why bother them? But of course, she was quite open to being bothered.

She smiled and turned her face towards the sound but didn't open her eyes at first, too relaxed and happy to even do that. "Of course not." She said, slowly opening her eyes. She was not exactly shocked to see that she was looking at a rather good looking woman. It seemed that most of the people here were. "I like your suit." She said with a smile, a compliment. It worked for making friends back home, would it work here? Hopefully.

"And I hope you don't mind me being a lush. It is." She checked her wrist, whoops no watch. She laughed. Right. She'd left it behind on purpose. "Sorry, I don't know, it's not even noon and I'm already starting." She raised her glass. "You want one sweetie? Lemme get you one!" She raised a hand calling over one of the eager young attendants.

"I'm Becky." She offered with another smile, this one a little more shy, her ability to talk to strangers only lasted so long. She hoped this one would either turn out nice or fuck off quickly.

[Kokaine]

Name: Dylan Reid
Date | Time: Late Morning
Wearing: This + Mesh cover up, hat, sunglasses & flip flops
Location: Rooftop Pool
Tagging: Becky
"Thank you," Dylan replied, a small smile coming to her lips more out of habit than anything when the woman complimented her suit. She'd picked it out on a whim after deciding her usual black suits simply wouldn't do for this time away. While she hadn't exactly worried about it overly much, it was indeed nice to know her choice was appreciated rather than being talked about out of earshot or something else unnecessary. And perhaps just because of that one small bit of chipped ice from her shoulders, Dylan found her smile growing a bit as the woman continued on about being a lush.

Wading in further, she chuckled quietly as sunlight and water slid over her skin. She was appreciating the lack of major splashing for now, finding the water itself to be soothing in its gentle motions. Waving away the concern she shook her head slightly. "Nah, you do you, Ms. Lady. Its a vacation right? Why not change the rules up to suit, yeah?" She certainly intended to give herself permission to do the same. Or at least try. Lord knew she was long overdue. Of course, in thinking so she hadn't necessarily meant for herself to start drinking in the am hours but as her lips parted to counter Becky's call to one of the attendants, she decided that it might be better to just go with the flow a little bit. She could always go back to being her usual uptight self any time she felt like it.

Why not do something different when it's clear the norm is no longer working?

"Nice to meet you, Becky," her eyes slid over the other woman from behind the lenses of her sunglasses and she figured the girl had the right of it given how relaxed she looked on the floatie. "I'm Dylan." She nodded in lieu of the usual handshake that often came after introducing herself and turned her face up to the sky, sighing slightly as her shoulders eased the first fraction.

The appearance of the attendant near them at the side of the pool didn't jolt her free of the moment entirely, but it did require her to think.

"What can I get for you, ma'am?"

"Umm..." Well shit. What drinks were there again? Somehow a double shot of tequila didn't quite sound right and that was usually her go to on nights out. But this was different. She wasn't trying to get hammered, she just needed to relax. "You know what? I'd like a drink, something sweet, fruity, would you mind surprising me with something?" She glanced at the male who'd come over, even going so far as lifting her sunglasses a tad to look at him, but then cut her eyes back over to Becky. "Or do you have any recommendations?"

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 7th 2020, Late Morning
Wearing: (as pictured)
Location: Rooftop Pool
Tagging: Dylan

Well, so far so good, if she was being judgy about her early drinking the lady was keeping it to herself. That was nice. It was also nice to see and hear another lady who sounded like she came from the States and was about as brown as Becky was. She mentally smacked herself for using this as criteria for making friends but, still, it made her feel less far away from it all. She wondered what Dylan's background was as she glanced her up and down. Becky, like many Americans, didn't really know her background fully other than that someone far back on her mom's side was Dominican. Would it be rude to ask Dylan the first time they met? Maybe a few more drinks...

Whatever it was, it had produced a very lovely human being, whose beautiful and revealing bikini made Becky also feel more comfortable in her similar choice. Sure she was built more for speed than comfort versus Becky but so far she hadn't been the type to be superior about it. This was going okay. It was going okay, she thought hopefully. Maybe I have a friend? Try not to be so fucking desperate.

"Nice to meet you Dylan." She said with a smile, biting her tongue to keep from asking if that wasn't a boy's name. C'mon Becky people are here from all over try not to seem like a small town nobody five seconds into the conversation.

"Oh these're real good." Becky said lifting the margarita. "I dunno what they put in 'em I think it's - "

The pool attendant cut in, smiling a dazzling smile as the light reflected off of his well built body. "Oh it's made with Patrón en Lalique Serie 1 and Rémy Martin Louis XIII, with freshly squeezed organic limes and lemons grown in our private gardens and blue agave nectars with cara cara bitters made right here in the hotel ma'am."

The dazed look on Becky's face was similar to if someone had just slapped her with a wikipedia page she couldn't understand. She blinked and recovered. "Totally what I was gonna say." She stifled a giggle and hid her shame in another gulp of it. She glanced at Dylan a bit sheepishly, "Um, it's good as hell and I'm already buzzed." She added in, in case the lady was like her and needed a more down to earth explanation.

[Kokaine]

Name: Dylan Reid
Date | Time: Late Morning
Wearing: This + Mesh cover up, hat, sunglasses & flip flops
Location: Rooftop Pool
Tagging: Becky
He was being ultra pretty and charming, Dylan thought, giving the attendant her full attention for the space of time it took him to make a drink sound like some rare and exotic animal born and bred right here in the desert. In fact, she risked a glance at Becky to see if the other woman was getting the same impression and had to bite back a snicker at the far more obvious version of her own confusion.

"Ha! Alright." She shook her head and shrugged slightly, not even bothering to pretend. "Good as hell and buzzworthy sounds fine to me. Plus it sounds pretty and I can pretend to be classy as hell while I hold it. I'm sold." She flashed the man a shameless grin and then watched him nod and laugh himself, enjoying the view if only for the fact that he seemed to put effort into it. Her attention was easily diverted back to the other woman however as her momentary mirth folded away slowly.

"We'll just say, what happens in the desert, stays in the desert, deal?" The question was more rhetorical than not and Dylan slid her sunglasses back down, thinking of just how thirsty her her peoples back in New York were gonna be when she got back.

Ducking down into the water for a moment, Dylan let the water close over her head briefly before rising again. Her wild riot of curls was now slicked down and back from her face, giving away that she had no care about trying to keep it perfect or whatever. Instead she moved to a spot against the wall where she could lean back and brace her arms, allowing the lower half of her body to float gently.

"So where are you from, Ms. Lady? The accent gives me a general idea but sometimes that's misleading."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 7th 2020, Late Morning
Wearing: (as pictured)
Location: Rooftop Pool
Tagging: Dylan

Becky raised her glass with a mock fancy manner, flourishing a pinky like a character in a Jane Eyre novel. "Fancy. As. Hell." She agreed, barely keeping her grin from bursting into a giggle as the man hurried off. She happened to glance Dylan's way as the woman pulled her glasses down and suddenly said, very seriously that what happened in the desert stayed in the desert.

Becky's eyes widened a little. 'Is she hitting on me?' She thought, trying to suppress panic. She was a small town girl and then she was married. She'd never had a woman hit on her when she was in a position to say yes before. 'Oh fuck already?!' She'd planned on being a bit experimental but, damn it wasn't even noon yet! "Uhhhhh..." She stammered, nervous twinkling in her eyes and smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as it hung open and she forced her brain to say something. "Yeah, you got it." She said with a slowly spreading smile that was as ambiguously flirtatious as Dylan's comment to her had been.

But that peaceful uncertainty was shattered as Dylan did what to Becky was the unthinkable and dove into the water. "GAH!" She started, leaning forward as if she could stop her, staring at her hair aghast. "Driest damn place on earth and this girl...." she didn't need to finish her sentence, already cringing at what the result would have been if she got in the water. But then again Dylan was light, maybe she didn't have Becky's problem...

There sure weren't any problems as she came up, and Becky's smile was natural and unforced as she took in the sight of the glistening woman leaning up against the side of the pool. She leaned back into the floaty chair with obviously manufactured smoothness, gulping down her previous shock and trying to resume being cool and relaxed.

"Oh I'm from a little place called Natchez." She said, used to the lack of recognition. "Don't worry nobody ever heard of it. It's not that far from Jackson. Uh, Jackson, Mississippi." She smiled at her. "But uh I've been out in San Francisco the last few years and uh, well now I'm here." Goddamn my life story is boring, Becky realized, looking a bit downcast as she summarized everything about herself in under ten seconds.

She swallowed, licked her lips briefly and tried to say it again to make herself more interesting. "I uh, well I just separated. Divorced." She corrected herself. "So you know, I'm uh, I guess free and single and uh..." She paused, realizing that not only was she boring but she was really bad at making friends. And also that she was totally flirting with this chick.

"Yeah so you can't be as boring as me." Becky laughed, leaning back in the chair, "I'm more interesting after a few more of these I promise." She leaned out and put a hand on Dylan's shoulder as if to reassure her, letting her dry fingers linger on the wet skin for a moment before pulling back and taking another swig of her drink. "What's your story?" She asked with what she hoped was a friendly smile, letting her toes tangle in the water as she floated vaguely towards the woman.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 6th 2020, late morning/mid-day
Wearing: teal cover-up, floppy hat and pink pasley bikini
Location: Going from her room to the roof pool
Tagging:Open

Her bed was amazing. Only snoozing for about an hour and a half and Breezy felt as rested as she had from her last full night of sleep. She woke up with a long stretch as sun streamed through the large door windows that lead to her private pool. The sun's rays bounced off the water and reflected ripples and lines onto the walls of her room. It was romantic - in a very personal and solitary way. Her eyes flickered to her tablet for a moment, wondering if she should just stay in bed and read the day away.

But the prospect of the roof pool and checking out the telescopes she might get to see the stars through later was just too good to pass up. Breezy slipped out of bed and looked through her suitcases. She really should put her clothes away in the ample storage space the room boasted but that could wait till later. She put on her favorite bikini - it was pink with a paisley pattern with playful ties on the side. A good slathering of sunscreen was next and after her skin dried a bit she pulled on a soft teal colored cover up. Flip flops, sunglasses, and her signature floppy hat made the outfit. She grabbed the clutch that was just big enough for her tablet and some cash and she was out the door.



Breezy took a few detours around the hotel trying to find the stairwell to take her to the roof but it was all good. Wandering around she got to people watch a bit, even passing by the group that was checking in at the lobby. A woman in a beautiful sari and two handsome men caught her attention - one man with blond hair that was dressed and built to workout and the other with black hair who looked like the definition of adventure - dark and delectable. She lingered for a moment before she spied a sign that directed her to the eleveator for the roof.

Once up at the pool, she found a covered table to put her things. The pool was beautiful, expansive, and not empty. She gave a soft wave to the ladies who where swimming before she found a shady spot to sit at the edge and dip her legs in. "Ahhh..." A cool dip on a hot day was one of the best things in life.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 11th, pool oclock
Wearing: same
Location: pool
Tagging: Apollo, open.

"yeahhh, your father was not my favorite person, unfortunately. You'd be a good star, lots of ham and cheese. Or at least good personality and a great smile."

I grin, tilting my head in a way that usually signals trouble "oh!! We can try escorts! I know it sounds insane, but they are usually smart and can hold conversations. "

I think for a minute "perhaps if you know yourself more, you might have better luck finding a good match.


Amnesia? Not my fault that I got kicked in the head by a horse."
Probably not an actual event. Probably.

"Yeah, well, destiny likes to keep throwing us together, apparently. Maybe I'm just hanging around, hoping you have a twin sister. That would be nice..."

I giggle. "Wax poetic, weaponize flirting, steal from Connery. Right. I should have known."

When we get to the roof, I immediately drop his arm and limp off, unzipping my camera bag and setting up the tripod, setting the camera for long exposure shots of the stars. "So gorgeous...."

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King Date | Time | June 11th, 2020 | Wearing:  Shown Location:  Pool / Hot tub Tagging: Elizabeth, Open "Glad you like my smile."  He said leaving the father part alone.  He didn't speak ill of the dead prick or no! "Oh that would be good owner of a fortune 500 hundred company showing up as an escort.  Oh you meant getting me an escort?"  He said his mind was clearly elsewhere.  "Shoot I like my idea better."  He said sticking his tongue out.  "Yeah that is true from what I hear." "I know who I am...most days.  I thought coming out here would give me a chance to re-invent myself but apparently I am still the repressed billioniare that wants to be a playboy, but I apparently care too much to be the love'em and leave'em type.  Go figure."  he shook his head as he took his shirts off. "Sounds like an excuse to me."  He smirked. "Stay away from my sister!"  He shook his head, he did have one but she was not his twin.  She was in good hands with his mother, which now that he thought about it was questionable, but he promised to call as soon as he got back stateside. "There is nothing new under the sun dearest.  I can get lucky from time to time too, he just happened to say it first."  "Yeah you can be sometimes.  Then you start speaking."  He winked.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 11th, stars are out
Wearing: same
Location: roof
Tagging: Apollo, open, please, Goddess, don't let it just be him and I forever.

"can we film your escorting career and turn it in for a reality show? I'm thinking ' the billionaire is an escort' for the title. And yes, I did mean getting you an escort... Maybe I just wanted to re-enact Pretty Woman.

I don't think an escort would do much for me.

I... Actually do hope you find your banging hottie nerd girl and have many fat children."

I smirk up at Apollo, shaking my head "why? She's over 18 now, right? And it's not like I could get her pregnant. But you'd be jeeeaaaallloouuus. Which gets weird. Uhm. Why am I even talking about this now? Topic change, what's your favorite constellation?"

I finish with the camera and eye the settings critically, then nod.

"Dearest? Whoever you settle down with will have to get used to always being third place in your heart, poor girl"

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King Date | Time | June 11th, 2020 | Wearing:  Shown Location:  Pool / Hot tub Tagging: Elizabeth, Open "Oh my you so went into the wrong line of work.  I could so see Comedy in your future...There is no damn Pretty Woman dreams, that was fake!"  He shook his head with a smirk. "Really?!?  Why is that?  Your the one who said they were good conversationalist?"  He looked at her. "What the hell?!?  Don't wish that on me!  I have seen my 600lb life.  Don't wish that on no body!!"  He was tempted to push her into the water. "I don't know?!?  I am talking to my former best friend hitting on my sister!  Oh I think I am going to be sick!!!"  He shivered for real.  "Orion."  He said as a matter of fact.  "You?" He frowned?  "Third place?!?..."  He knew he was going to slap himself for asking....  "So who is 2nd?"  He braced himself.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 11th, stars are out
Wearing: somewhat less than in pic
Location: hot tub!
Tagging: Apollo, open.

"I probably would make an excellent trash TV show writer. Just unleash my prurient and depraved imagination on an unsuspecting world. Good idea Apollo, I was wondering what to do with my life.

And yeah, but I can't afford to hire one long enough for me to bond with her, and even if I could, I'd want her to stop escorting, and it's all just a mess. I guess step one for Pretty Woman is 'be rich'"

I pause, pondering. "We have weird conversations. I suspect that it is largely my fault. "

I smirk "yeah, even if I did date your sister, you wouldn't demote me to former best friend. You'd be jealous as hell, but you'd be happy she was being taken care of."

I blink " you actually have one? And it's the hunter. Silly question, Elizabeth. I have no idea. Artermis, virgin goddess?

Me, D&D, and then her, of course."

I sit on the side of the hot tub, taking off my long sleeve top, then lean down, untying my shoes and slipping into the hot tub, still in jeans, undershirt and bra. I rest the staff close to hand, and sigh contentedly.

A lot of subtle tension that I always carry just melts away, and I look calm for once

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King Date | Time | June 11th, 2020 | Wearing:  Shown Location:  Pool / Hot tub Tagging: Elizabeth, Open “That is funny and scary that, that is your mission in life!  And the populous is surely in trouble with your mind.”  He winked. “So you need a loan, to have your kept woman?”  He smirked as he shook his head. “Yeah we do…but last I checked it is not one sided so you don’t participate by yourself.”  He said sticking out his tongue. “Yeah maybe, not sure about the jealous part though.”  He chuckled. “Hunh  I didn’t know Artemis had a constellation?!?”  He looked shocked, “Where is it?!” He laughed deeply.  “Well yeah apparently if I am to get a hot date or woman I am going to have to give up one of the three.”  He smirked lightly. “So tell me what is really on your mind?”  He asks taking off his shoes and shirt, the pants were able to be wet easily and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, which probably wouldn’t be a big deal considering how much she had truly seen of him over the years.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 11th, stars are out
Wearing: jeans, undershirt, wet
Location: hot tub in paradise
Tagging: Apollo, stars, open.

"heh, let chaos reign. I'm not sure if I could really hit the lowest common denominator needed for the best trash tv though. Maybe one of those surreal Japanese game shows that make less sense if you translate them."

I wrinkle my nose and shake my head "ugh. No. I've never taken any of your money before and I won't start now. What does an escort even cost? It would be decades before I could pay you back."

I smile lazily, playing with my hair "hey, did Becky interact with you at the bar at all? Maybe you really are a figment of my imagination

And .. I have zero idea if she has a constellation or not. I just blurted out something. Though, I don't think the gods have them, so... No?

Never settle! Hire our escorts to run epic D&D games! Fall in love over tabletop games! Name your children after your character!"

I sigh deeply, sliding lower into the water "fuck, you weren't supposed to ask about that. I just... What the hell am I doing here? I could barely afford the airfare after teaching a dozen art classes. I don't belong here amongst the rich and shiny.

When my free vacation is over, I have to go back to Savannah. I don't fit in there either. There's like 100 gay girls anywhere in my age range and it's a no go with all of them. And I certainly don't want to teach grade schoolers or teens on dates art lessons all my life, but... The hell else am I supposed to do?"

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King Date | Time | June 11th, 2020 | Wearing:  Shown Location:  Pool / Hot tub Tagging: Elizabeth, Open "I know some of that stuff is crazy.  I have no idea how some of those shows or people get through the vetting process.  The Japanese ones are fun if they are translated."  He said. "I realized that but I am offering... What good his having a sex rich BFF if you don't use him?"  He teased her, but he looked at her confused.  "I haven't hired an escort before?!?  Well yeah you would be my slave till then."  He said sticking his tongue out. "She spoke but I think she was more interested in you or the drink slinger."  He said.  "I think I lost all street cred with the D&D thing."  He chuckled. "Nope I know most of the constellations.  There is no reginald or disco rat constellations."  He teased. "I don't know if I will be naming my son or daughter Falconan."  He shook his head. "You belong anywhere?  I would have brought you with me if I knew you wanted to come.  So don't start that bull!  You are wonderful and special all your own." He frowned as he looked at her.  "Wow only 100 and you ran through all of them already?!?  Playa Playa!!"  "I don't know why you don't have a gallery or art show.  I wouldn't want to teach bebe's kids either!!  Display your ART!!  I told you I would help?  You are good and it would be two shows and then you could be a consultant.  Get movie sets done and I get free tickets.  See win-win!!"  He said resting in the hot tub with her.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 11th, stars at night are big and bright
Wearing: jeans, undershirts
Location: hot tub time machine
Tagging: Apollo, open.

"I'm not sure the Japanese ones have a vetting process. I imagine it's like public access TV and as long as you don't get complaints, you can pay your thousand yen and put your show on at 3am. "

I sigh, pushing some water around with my hands. "Is it... Sad that I'm considering taking you up on your offer? "

I smirk, shaking my head "aaannnddd you just reminded me of why I don't take any of your money"

I slide into the tone of voice I use when I'm copying Apollo "if she don't play the game, she don't get to ride the chocolate ride."

I look up at the sky, sounding a little weary "astronomy nerd. Disco rat is just south of the Big Dipper. I decree it. There... Sure are a lot of stars out here..."

I give Apollo a bit of A Look, sighing "it's not bull, Apollo King, it's... An issue. But I know what you mean. "

I smile slightly "ok, so maybe it's more than 100. But not by a lot. The number of single, interesting, available and interested women in Savannah is pretty small. Smaller than the number of people offering me threesomes with their husbands, in fact. "

I stare at the water for a few minutes, then talk quietly "and how much would a gallery show cost? Where would I get the money? What strings would you attatch to a favor that big? Who would even show up, let alone buy anything?"

Poor Elizabeth, such a bad mood for paradise

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King Date | Time | June 11th, 2020 | Wearing:  Shown Location:  Pool / Hot tub Tagging: Elizabeth, Open "That sucks!"  He shook his head.  "Don't know if everyone should get air time."  He smirks. "Why wouldn't you?  Oh you mean the escort?  Don't worry about that you will find someone."  He said as he sat next to her. "What?  You know I wouldn't do that to you...you don't even like guys!"  He chuckled.  "I am not that bad!" "I am not like that!  Do YOU really think I would be by myself HERE if I thought like that?  My there are more lovelies here than you can shake a stick at and yet my dance card is not existent.  Much less full." He laughed.  "What is wrong with you?!?  Yep you can see the whole sky from here."  He sighed. "You have to believe me when I say it...I have never lied to you before....about anything serious at least...Ok I need you to trust me now!"  He snickered realized he had lied to her when he came out here and told her nothing was wrong with him, but it was only that he was not sure if he would find himself even here.  His father's passing hit him really hard even though they didn't have the best of relationships.  How do you deal with someone treating you like crap your whole life and on their death bed tell you they love you?!?  Now being the heir apparent he wasn't sure what to do with that?!? Apollo didn't get angry with her often but somedays.  She tried too much to be like him, her self-depreciating ways.  Made him aware of himself.  "I am your friend...if you weren't running after the women I am trying to get with.  We would be married already.  I don't blame others for wanting to be in a threesome with you...realizing what they missed.  I am not trying to obligate you.  Elizabeth!  I want you to not doubt yourself.  Believe in you, like I do!  We can work out the particulars, but we can start with 25%, since I can't have a live-in lover!"  He winked.  "You see all of this stupid crap selling right now?  You are good and we could invite art people to the gallery and people that like art!  Who do you think is going to buy.  If I buy one piece, people will be trying to keep up with me!"  He caressed he cheek and kissed it.  "You are my very best friend...what makes you think...I wouldn't just help you?!?"

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 11th, night. Night.
Wearing: same
Location: hot tub of the gods
Tagging: Apollo, open.

"Sometimes I am less optimistic than you are, o King of sunshine and rainbows and hope. And shake a stick at? *Really?*"

I smile, kindly, to take some of the sting out of my words "but... It does mean a lot to me that you stick with me and care. Thank you."

I sigh "I mean, my life got weird when my biological father tried to run my mom over when I was five but got me instead. Does that count?"

I stick my tongue out at you "you told me that you'd get me a puppy when I was eight. And no, 'the hospital wouldn't let you have one' and 'you were deathly allergic' are not good excuses! Can you get a husky trained as a service dog? I kinda want one, still.

And that's the fourth worst proposal I've ever heard. I'ma have to say no, but you're sweet. Really? "Don't believe in yourself. Believe in me! Believe in the Kamina who believes in you!" Nerd."

I think about it, nodding slowly "ok. You write up a contract, you set up the venue, food, invites, and a photo printer. You get 25% of what, the profits? And I'll have my lawyer, also you, to look it over. Who has to dig through my 10,000 favorite photos to select what goes in the show?

And I don't like talking your money, because some people would hold it against me. And a lot of the times you joke about strings attached to it. I know it's a joke, but still.'

[Gannameade]

Name: Apollo King Date | Time | June 11th, 2020 | Wearing:  Shown Location:  Pool / Hot tub Tagging: Elizabeth, Open “Really Tinkerbell?  I am sure even Mary Poppins would have something to learn from you about optimism.  I am the only king of sunshine and rainbows with others…not me!  There is that chance for everyone and I can help to make it happen for some.  But for you, I would be Gandalf.”  He winked at her. “Ok so where am I supposed to go, we have been through too much together and you have been there for me?!?”  He looked at her frowning as if he was supposed to be anywhere else. “Nope…you survived and you still have!”  He said.  “Hey what did you expect Houdini?  I was 10?  I wasn’t going to be able to out-think every adult in the room.  They didn’t get to be doctors by being really dumb you know?!?  And that deathly allergic thing was a killer.  I had no idea!  Aren’t you still allergic?  I would rather have my friend than a dog any day.” “I wasn’t proposing…I know how to do that and like I said…if I had a real chance I would have done so before now!  Well, I wasn’t going there with it but you get the gist.  I am going need for you to come out of the depths and know that I am and have always been in your corner!  And if you quote Star Trek you are getting dunked!”  He said quickly. “Ok?!?”  He was thinking that it was not only going to turn a profit but would get her name out there and she wouldn’t complain about needing money at least.  She was good and he knew it…now it was time for her to know it too. “I am not going to hold it against you and no more love slave cracks.  And no strings.  You and your friendship mean more to me than that!”  He said stroking her cheek.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 11th, late
Wearing: wet jeans, wet shirt, wet life
Location: hot hot tub
Tagging: Apollo, open.



I sigh softly, counting three separate movies there.

"Gandalf? More like Pippin. And Tinkerbell is bitchy and awesome. Best part of the movie. And Julie Andrews was hot. And... That's all I'm going to say about that. "

I wrinkle my nose, shaking my head and sounding playful "I don't know? Stripper island? Buy your own Carribean island? Monte Carlo and seduce European beauties with your accent?"

I cover my eyes with a hand "Apollo, your puns are going to be the death of me. And I'm on shots, to change my list of allergies from: EVERYTHING to :NOTGONNADIE. Outside of a book, dog is humankind's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read"

I sigh dramatically "ok. You have badgered me out of my bad mood, with threats of drowning. I... Don't know much Trek, really. "Make it so. Beam me down, down, through the burning ring of fire"

I nod "and yes, ok. I'll enter in a business agreement with you, soon as I see a contract that I like. And... Thanks."

I get my staff, using it to lightly push your hand away "touchy feely nerd. "

I smile fondly, pushing myself up to sit on the rim of the hot tub, shivering "whew... That's a temprature change.."

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King Date | Time | June 11th, 2020 | Wearing:  Shown Location:  Pool / Hot tub Tagging: Elizabeth, Open "You are Pippin for sure."  He smirked thinking her more wise, when it came to him at least.  She had a skill for helping him to see the bright side of everyone else...but her...but then that was what he was for...for her!  "She was probably should have better.  Yes Julie Andrews was hot!"  He found even his dark cheeks blushing on that. "I don't have a deep accent...I worked too hard to get rid of it.  You know that most people with our accent are assumed to date or marry our cousins and such...and it is not the most educated sounding accent."  He looked at her shaking his head. "Yeah but you are still allergic to dogs as much as I am to cats.  Making me want to take my bow to them!"  He stopped.  "Really you pick a book over a dog?!?"  He chuckled.  "You are scary simply from the fact that you thought about it!!  Inside a dog..." "No live long and prosper?  I will and will always be your friend?  Nothing?"  He sighs.  "No matter our next movie marathon is set."  He said . "Like I could let you out there hanging in the wind.  I will get something finalized as soon as I get back." He spoke. "You knew that when you met me.  I hugged you off of your feet then."  He smirked. He had never gotten fully in so he continued to sit there.  "You are much braver than I but this is paradise after all."

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

(sorry that took so long Gannameade)

I glare up at the much taller man "comparing me to a Hobbit? Is that a short joke?"

I can't keep it up for long though, and laugh "I guess I do eat like a Hobbit..

Haha, you had a crush on Mary Poppins!"

Yeah, but if laying the accent on thick got you laid by at least an 8, wouldn't you?"

Yeah, it's sexist rating people like that, but such is life sometimes.

I shrug "eh. I stole the dog quote from Groucho Marx, I'm pretty sure I'm scary for many other reasons. Pretty sure.

Can we skip the bad Trek movies or are you going to make me watch all 11 of them?

You hugged, I tried to punch. A beautiful, dysfunctional friendship.

But alas, I need to get to sleep. Thanks for talking to me instead of prowling for rich beauties. I appreciate it"

I pat him on the shoulder, then get out of the hot tub with a shiver. Drying my hands carefully, I finish my long exposure photo, tucking the camera back into it's well padded bag.

I limp to the stairs, then smirk at Apollo "live long and prosper, dork. See you later."

Exit, to sleep and perchance to dream. Or run into someone in the hallway. Also a possibility

[Gannameade]

((It is fine, I know life gets in the way of fun!   >:) ))

"Ahh no it is not a short joke....its a hobbit joke!"  He said with a wink.  Her height never mattered to him he still found her to be more than lovely.

"Yeah I hadn't met anyone that could toss it down like me, before you and not gain a damn ounce!"  He shook his head.

"Hunh?!?  What is not to like?  Prim and proper, lovely, dance, fun to be around and had a great set of....lungs."  He chuckled as he eyed her.

"If that was all it took, I would speak french all the damn time.  Maybe sound like T'Challa off of Black Panther...but no dice.  Yeah I don't know if I could pull off the accent now, having worked so hard to get rid of it in school.  Southern is not the most intellectual sounding for sure."  A light smile graced his dark features.

"Well he was one of the best in comedy so I get that.  Yes, you are scary for several other reasons."  He stuck out his tongue.

"What is wrong with you?  We can't miss anything.  Besides it is my turn.  We will make you a Trekkie yet!"

"Right it is what I do."  He shook his head.  "Anything for a friend/partner...let me know you are ok in the AM.  I think the signal still works out here."

"I will do that...Dorkette!"  He waved and sunk down into the tub for a little while longer.