made waves with some friends I know

[fightlikehell]

 

The season is a'changing, the weather is warmer. The forecast calls for high temperature, low humidity and a light breeze. A near perfect day. What better reason to gather the friends and have a good time with a bonfire? Grab a beer, have a seat. Cheery tunes fill the salty air. There's plenty of room and so much to eat.

Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.

[ooc; Come on in, guys and gals! Hop threads, twist time for sooner, later and all things in between. It's a real party. Don't be shy!]

Comments

[maydayqueen]

Why yes, Clint, you can have a change of subject.

"It's delicious. The bacon is nice and crispy, how did you manage that on a grill?"

Well, the bacon she hasn't been feeding to Lucky's been delicious. She's sure the rest was good too.

[aw_hawkguy]

Lucky certainly enjoyed it! "I crisped it up a little--not all the way--in a pan before I broke it up and worked it into the burgers. Stays juicy, but it's got some texture, too."

[maydayqueen]

"Ooh, clever. I'll have to remember that." Small servings and only eating half of it means she's finished quick. Lucky can clean her plate while she lounges against Clint's side.

[aw_hawkguy]

Being hungry and eating fast means Clint won't be taking much longer. It's a calorie-intensive life he leads. "You cook a lot?" he asks, genuinely interested.

[maydayqueen]

She's in no rush, she'd be happy to stay there for a while. "Well, I need to eat, and I don't quite have the teeth for raw meat all the time. I can manage with a campfire and a few tools, but it's not fancy."

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint's not in a hurry to go anywhere, either, but finishing his plate frees up his hands, so he can be uncertain about what to do with them. "Oh, campfire cookin', classic. Do you go more Dutch oven, or stuff on a skewer?"

[maydayqueen]

That's definitely something worth rushing for. She'll let him figure it out, since her suggestions haven't always been met favorably.

"Yes, and hot stone cooking. I live a very rustic life."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Rustic can be nice," he observes, "a log cabin, or a tent in the woods..." Would, um... they'd fit together better if he put his arm around her. Would she mind that? Can he ask with body language alone, since he's a gigantic goon?

[maydayqueen]

"Mm-hmm." Tent in the woods is more her speed; houses mean staying in one place. She doesn't mind borrowing other people's houses (with permission!) from time to time.

He can put his arm around her. It's sad and funny that he hasn't figured that out on his own yet. While he's trying to work it out, she'll take his hand and drape his arm across her shoulders; then she'll snuggle into his side all friendly-like. Nice and cozy, and room for Lucky too. "You don't have to be shy with me, Clint. I like you."

[aw_hawkguy]

Failing at stuff he should know by now is one of Clint's super-powers. "Lucky me." He says it without irony, even; this really does feel like a lucky moment. And not just because that's the name of the dog laying across their feet. "This's nice."

[maydayqueen]

"Yes." One hand can be for petting Clint's back, and the other can be for petting Lucky's head. Everyone's a winner! "Are friends not affectionate like this where you're from?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"Mmm," he sighs, the knotted mess that is his back relaxing just a little. "Like this? Not quite. Most friends where I'm from aren't so... touch-y. But it's good," he's quick to add, lest she think he wants her to stop.

[maydayqueen]

Oh, no worries, she knows he doesn't want her to stop. He needs to relax and she knows several ways to help bring that about. A few of which, he'll even let her do.

"No? That's too bad."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Mm. Well, depends on the friends, I guess," he offers. "Is everyone this touchy with their friends where you're from?" She does have a certain knack for finding the knots on his back, he'll admit that readily enough.

[maydayqueen]

"No." Which she finds sad, too.

He's got a lot of knots in his back. It's like someone nearly made him kiss a hot grill a half-hour ago. Weird.

"You wouldn't want to be affectionate with your friends?"

[aw_hawkguy]

Totally inexplicable. Why, there's no stresses in his life at all.

"Affectionate, yeah, but, like... most'a my friends are..." He pauses, grasping for words. "They're like, 'have a beer together and shoot the bull' affectionate, not so much 'rub each others' backs' affectionate."

[maydayqueen]

He must just be one of those worrying types.

"Oh. Well. That's nice too." But that doesn't help with his back so directly.

[aw_hawkguy]

He must be. Silly Clint, worrying your life away for no raisin.

"Mmmmnnn'snice," he rumbles, head drooping a little as she rubs. "D'you have to practice that a lot?"

[maydayqueen]

"Don't have to," she murmurs, curling her arm to guide him into leaning against her now that he's relaxing. "Like to, so, it works out nicely."

[aw_hawkguy]

Yeah, a little leaning sounds good right about now. This is cozy. "So this's natural talent?" he manages, his voice dropping lower as he relaxes.

[maydayqueen]

"All of them are," she points out with a quiet laugh. When he's settled comfortably, she rests her cheek against his hair. "That's kind of my job, you know?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"Being talented?" he asks, moving as little as possible to keep from disturbing her. She fits quite nicely where she is, thanks.

[maydayqueen]

"Yup, that's exactly what I meant," she replies with a giggle. "This whole 'queen of May' thing is only until the talent shows start holding auditions again. Then I'll go and win them all."

[aw_hawkguy]

"You'll have to tell me when that's going," he counters with a grin. "I'll text all the numbers."

[maydayqueen]

"Aww, you're so sweet. Thank you." His forehead's going to get a kiss now. "Such a good friend."