Secluded Spot on the Beach [Sunday Evening]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge has a blanket spread out on the sand and takeout cartons from Ching Tai arranged on the blanket. Now all he needs is the person he's set this up *for*.

[ooc: for the guy with the eyepatch Watcher ...boyfriend.]

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[needsaparrot]

"You had me right up to the sock part."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge pulls a wadded-up (CLEAN!) sock out of one of his jacket pockets. "To stuff in Conner's mouth," he offers as explanation. "Just in case he starts talking about things he shouldn't."

[needsaparrot]

Xander blinks. "When I think about how much better life could've been in Sunnydale if Willow had just carried one of those around with her everytime she was with me..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And speaking of Willow, I'm apparently rooming with her now. Or, well. Cabining. I think you should tell her that painting my gloves is not allowed."

[needsaparrot]

"She threatened to paint your gloves? What, freezing bras is out of style now?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't have one of those," Bridge points out. "Well, except for those times when I was a girl. But no. It was in lieu of painting fingernails."

[needsaparrot]

"You could let her paint your toenails. Not a lot of chance of people...most people...seeing 'em." Xander is totally not speaking from experience with Willows.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I could," Bridge muses. "But only if you promise not to laugh."

[needsaparrot]

Xander looks as innocent as humanly possible.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge attempts a very stern glare in response to that.

[needsaparrot]

Xander attempts to stuff a piece of sweet and sour chicken in Bridge's mouth.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mmph!" is all Bridge has to say in reply to that.

[needsaparrot]

"I promise not to laugh, but I don't promise not to smirk. Is that an acceptable compromise?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can live with that," Bridge says, after taking a moment to actually *swallow* the food in his mouth. And then reaching over to steal another piece from Xander's plate. It's entirely possible he's not going to bother with a plate of his *own*, at this point.

[needsaparrot]

Hey, Xander's all for saving energy. "So about these other, non-dinner plans you had for today..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not happening on the blanket, but that doesn't mean the band's invited," Bridge says, trying not to blush.

[needsaparrot]

Xander snaps his fingers and tries to look sheepish. "Damn. Uh... I may need to call my apartment and ask some people to leave..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge looks at Xander, startled.

[needsaparrot]

"The band?" Xander prompts him. Not laughing. Much.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Bridge says, turning red enough that he's starting to rival one of Conner's shirts. "Eventually I'm gonna get better at kidding and not-kidding," he mumbles sheepishly.

[needsaparrot]

Xander leans forward to kiss him.

You know, one of those really, really not-kidding kisses.

Slightly sweet-and-sour flavored.

"That was not-kidding. For the record."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Wow, yeah," Bridge manages finally, and he's now a lot less with the sheepish looking and a lot more with the dorkily happy. "Um. Do that again?"

[needsaparrot]

"That could be arranged, sure."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I brought cupcakes too," Bridge says, hoping that Xander remembers the rule about cupcakes and winning.

[needsaparrot]

Xander would point out that winning in this situation really doesn't require the addition of cupcakes, but he's too busy scoutinga round for the cupcakes. "You so totally win."