Caribbean inlet, early afternoon

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is sitting in the sun, bare-chested and sprawling on a picturesquely fallen palm tree trunk, a large bottle of drink and a basket of food by his side. He's spread a towel in the sand, but Franz the dog is lying on that, snoring peacefully. Urquhart has brought a book as well, but at the moment, he's just looking over the lake, the sun on his face, and doing exactly nothing.

Life is good. Even though it's the afterlife.


[[OOC: Recycled post is recycled]]

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[yosafbridge]

A small red fox creeps close to the basket of food, nose twitching in curious investigation.

She smells the dog before she sees it, but she's got the tree trunk serving as a barrier between them as she sneaks closer, paws silent on sand.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is looking up at the palm trees and the sky, never thinking of hungry foxes.

The dog whines softly in his sleep.

[yosafbridge]

She smells the drink, too. And the man. Some scents are more familiar to her nose than others.

Her tail twitches, briefly, soft and deliberate along the outside of the man's thigh.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart looks down at the unexpected soft touch.

He doesn't even startle before he realises who that must be; instead, he smiles and touches the bushy tail-tip.

[yosafbridge]

The red fox sits back on its haunches and looks up at him, eyes knowing, tail flicking against his fingertips.

In a blink's time, there's a red-haired woman sprawled out at his feet instead.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends down to kiss her, deeply and greedily.

He kneels in the sand to pull her close and kiss her again. Words are so secondary where there is Saffron.

[yosafbridge]

She yields against him with a happy sound of contentment, throwing her arms around him.

When she pulls away, she chuckles, twirling a long strand of his blonde hair around her fingertip.

"Well, that's one way you can greet a girl after an absence."

[scots_wolf]

"Poetry can come later," Urquhart, looking into her eyes while still moving his head at the pull.

"You were gone for quite a while. We missed you. You missed Moist being drunk on Atlantean, which was the usual Hilarious Drunk thing squared."

[yosafbridge]

"I'd ask him to re-create the experience for me, but I think that might cause some lasting damage," she admits, grinning slowly.

"And neither of us wants that."

[scots_wolf]

"He swears he'll never touch that ever again, ever," Urquhart laughs. "I don't know if he'd make an exception for you."

Who wouldn't make an exception for Saffron? On the other hand, that stuff is vile.

"He insisted his legs were gone, or didn't work, alternatingly. I had to carry him upstairs. We don't want him to temporarily lose even more important things, after all."

[yosafbridge]

"I don't think anyone needs to be making exceptions for me when it comes to Atlantean," she confesses, still chuckling at the mere thought.

"The poor man. I hope you saw to his immediate needs."

[scots_wolf]

"The poor man indeed!" Urquhart says, grinning. "I did, but he still completely missed out on Cubefall because of the epic hangover."

Beat.

"Epic is not enough. I should perhaps say saga-esque."

[yosafbridge]

"Another reason why I will never indulge," she declares, rising to sit on the tree trunk, stretching her arms above her head.

"The aftermath isn't worth the experience."

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

There is a young man--barefoot, shirtless, with his jeans getting damp as he walks in the wet sand by the water. Urquhart should recognize him from a fair distance, at least.

[scots_wolf]

"Hello there!" Urquhart calls over.

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

"Hello," he returns, having wandered closer. "You look to be enjoying the afternoon."

Charles is prolonging his day off. He's been busy lately, and sleeping a full night alone is helping.

[scots_wolf]

"I am," Urquhart says. "You look rather relaxed, too."

Urquhart leans back. The sunlight makes his blond hair and the pelt on his chest and arms glimmer golden.

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

"Day off." Charles is brunette, and doesn't have nearly as much hair as Urquhart does on any part of him, so the sun dos considerably less to him. "That happens."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart looks at him, but not in appraising way. "I guess you need days off from anything," he says. "Most of my days are off these days, though. It's more than a week since I shot anything, and that was vampires and zombies."

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you do. I do like to be alone at times," he says. "I spend a great deal of my day around people."

"Why did you ask me to sleep with Teja?"

[scots_wolf]

"I thought he urgently needed to get laid," Urquhart says. "He kept annoying Alfred and me for, well, displaying our affection where people could see if they looked really hard. I hoped getting laid would calm him down a little."

Beat.

"And, to be honest, I wanted something to throw in his face if necessary, but it wasn't, so far. I'm keeping the secret because I can use it only once. The only person who I told is Alfred."

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

"Mmm. And I'm the only prostitute in this place?" he asks expectantly. "He knows it was a job. Apparently he's not as foolish as you took him for."

[scots_wolf]

"You're the only one he'd consider sleeping with," Urquhart says. "And he didn't know that from me. If Alfred had needed to tell him, I'm sure he'd have told me afterwards."

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

"I haven't been able to tell him. My job doesn't go over so well with disclosing clientele."

[scots_wolf]

"Do you want to?" Urquhart asks.