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[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Today is the day for A BEACH TRIP. That's right. Fun in the sun, beach volleyball, forgetting to reapply sunscreen, pretending to drown, throwing sand on sleeping people.

Or, if you're Tim, sitting under a beach umbrella with a book and a can of zesti. It's all very exciting.]

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holy crap, I thought I hit post before I left, oops /facepalm

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

[Conner comes up behind Tim, one hand cradling a beach ball on his hips. He quirks a brow at the other.]

Really, dude? Really?

MY HEART IS BROKEN

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Tim looks up from his book.] What? I know I didn't take the last can.

/heartbreaker B-)

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

[Conner sighs, shaking his head.] Tim, buddy...you know this is the beach and not the library, right?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm aware. But this is a really good book and my skin isn't exactly invulnerable. [Meaning he will burn to a crisp the second he comes out from underneath his umbrella.]

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

It's called suntan lotion, Tim. It works wonders, even for albinos like you.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

For some reason, it never works. And I'm thinking people will notice if Red Robin is suddenly red beneath the cowl.

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

For someone who has Bat shark repellant, I'd have thought you guys would have invented the Bat sun repellant.

[Conner sits down on the sand next to time, seeing as the other boy seems intent on staying put. He glances at the book in Tim's hand.] What are you reading, anyways?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Normal sun repellant seems to work for everyone else. It's also significantly cheaper.

The Centaur by John Updike. Have you read it? [He doubts it, but there's a chance one of Kon's teachers assigned it for class. And an even smaller chance of Kon actually doing his homework.]

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

[B| Conner does his homework just fine, thank you.]

Nope. What's it about? [He leans back on his arm, eyes watching the waves roll into the beach.]

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

It's the story of a boy coming to terms with both his sexuality and his father's mortality while the father realizes his son can survive on his own. [He glances over at Conner, unsure if he's actually interested. Then his gaze shifts to match Conner's, fixed on the water.]

That's what I got from it, anyway. There's a lot to interpret.

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Sounds like something you would read. [Patriarchal relationships. Typical.] But I guess it sounds interesting enough, though. If you like that kind of stuff.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Tim raises an eyebrow at that.] There's a lot of Greek mythology as well. It's pretty interesting.

Sorry I'm boring you with my nerdiness. [He smiles apologetically.]

[birdthright.livejournal.com]

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Peaceful until some kid lands a volleyball in the space right between them, sending sand flying into their faces and laps.]

Ugh...my zesti. [Tim makes a face as he sees that the top of his soda can is now covered in sand.]

[birdthright.livejournal.com]

Tt. The appeal of this place continues to elude me.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

It's supposed to be fun. Kids like the beach.

[birdthright.livejournal.com]

What part of this is fun?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Well, you're supposed to be doing something other than tweeting. [Yes, Damian, he knows about your "secret" twitter account.]

[birdthright.livejournal.com]

You don't get to tell me what I'm supposed to do.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

I do when you're slandering my name on the internet when you should be swimming or building sandcastles like a normal ten year old boy.

[notaluchador.livejournal.com]

[In Jaime's case, he and Paco were playing beach volleyball. It was the most intense game ever! Until, you know, the inevitable came and Jaime had to go hunt down the volleyball while Paco left to go make-out with Brenda.

Passing by Tim, Jaime stops by and gestures towards the ball that's somehow behind Tim.]

Hey, um... can I get that?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[The last person Tim's expecting to see when he turns around is Blue Beetle. Out of costume. Thankfully, he's trained enough not to show too much surprise. Instead, he lets his expression show a teasing smile.]

So you're the one who cut my zesti's life short? [He holds up the can and wags it a bit, showing him how the top is completely covered in sand.]

[notaluchador.livejournal.com]

[This guy looks really familiar, but Jaime can't really pin where they've met before. Hm.

Upon seeing the zesti can, Jaime can't help snorting.] My bad, man. I'll totally pay for a new can later.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. We have a bunch more in the cooler.

You might want to work on your volleyball skills though.

[notaluchador.livejournal.com]

Riiight... sorry about that. [Jaime kneels down and picks up the ball. He's about to leave and resume playing, but... he doesn't see Paco anywhere.

Trust his best friend to ditch him at a moment like this. SIGH.]

I think my practice might have to wait for another day.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Tim raises an eyebrow.] Jilted?

[notaluchador.livejournal.com]

As usual. [Jaime doesn't seem too bothered by this; he'd been kind of expecting it.] We'll probably play again later.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear that.

Want a zesti?

[notaluchador.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? [Judging from the way Jaime's looking at the soda, he's not sure if he should take it.] I wouldn't want to be imposing on you.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

It's fine. I can't finish these all on my own. [The rest of his family doesn't particularly care for them.]

[notaluchador.livejournal.com]

[He hesitates for a moment before setting the volleyball aside and sitting down beside Tim.] Well then... thanks.

What's a "zesti" anyways? I don't think we get them in El Paso.

[onceaguardian.livejournal.com]

[It's not often that Bruce's annoyed out of costume. And yet he totally IS. Why? Because he's just spent the last hour on the phone with one very stupid answering service that somehow thought he was in town this past weekend. Eventually, the mess got cleared up, but that was still one hour of his life he really wanted back.

Rubbing his temples, he sighs and finally - finally! - hangs up before taking a seat beside Tim.] If they call again, I promise I'll be switching services.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

You don't have to answer, you know.

[onceaguardian.livejournal.com]

But then they'd pile on the guilt trips. [Clearly he has played this game before and lost.] It's pretty much a catch-22.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

The curse of being a billionaire. [He smiles.]

[onceaguardian.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately. [He smiles back as he reaches over for his book. It's nothing fancy or special - just a typical mystery novel.] On the upside, I haven't actually run into people I know here.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Give it time. There has to be someone here who'll recognize you.

[onceaguardian.livejournal.com]

If only through the tabloids.