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!]

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[oathstokeep]

A true storm cannot stay in the wake of such a radiant sun. It is not to be hidden. Especially when that sun is Frea's smile. Brienne and her own brand of gloom, hell she was raised in the Stormlands after all, are having a hard time keeping up the tradition. It's welcoming, real. And that's without thinking there would be the slightest touch of magic. Frea has a charm that is honest and true. No wonder she has not one, but two (perhaps more!) wanting her time.

She reaches for the glass and bobs her head in thanks. "I do not wish to hold any grudge nor be short. I'm trying because it is best to do so." Though surely crossed her mind that getting on well with Han would be pleasing. "I still am mastering how best to make alliances of my own accord."

Any of his less charming traits haven't inspired her to violence. And it would be more than a slap if that were the case. Yes, it is far better they get along well. Brienne dares a small smile to herself before taking a drink of the lemony water. "Mmm."

[maydayqueen]

There will be no slapping while Frea has any say about what's going on. And let's be honest: she's the boss of both of them whenever she wants to be. But if something slap-worthy does happen, he'll know. He might wish she'd just slapped him.

"We're all learning. And you're doing a wonderful job so far. You've got me pretty much wrapped around your little finger, after all." It's only halfway teasing; there's very little Brienne might ask for that Frea wouldn't grant her. Not that she wants those limits tested.

When Brienne's ready to relinquish their drink, Frea takes it back and then returns to her spot cozied up against Brienne's side. It's so much warmer there. "I'm glad you came to the party with me. Thank you."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It's not as if Han is moving especially slow to grab the rest of the haul, but he isn't sprinting. He knew what he was getting, where to grab it from and nothing was exceptionally far from the centrally located bonfire.

If they glanced over, they'd see him heading back with the crate in hand. Or rather, hands.