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On the
Beach
Posted June 5, 2012
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A while back, Persephone and Draculina
did a little matchmaking –
Persephone and Winslow go visiting in Oregon
During this autumn visit, things look promising…
Marty
Jean: Mmm, I
like the sound of the waves…
Winslow: Got any songs to go with water?
Marty
Jean: Haha – of
course! You want a little Beach Boys, or maybe Billy Ocean? *snicker*
Winslow: Nahhh, I was thinking Disney – “Little Mermaid” *snerk*
Marty
Jean: You
mean, ♪Under the sea/Under the sea/Nobody beat us/Fry us and eat us/In fricassee♫
–
Winslow: Aw, now you’re just making me hungry!
Marty
Jean: Tall boys
like you think about your stomachs a lot –
Winslow: Hey, being tall requires a lot of fuel. I’ve seen
you pack it away, too – and you’re just a little widget –
Marty
Jean: I think
of myself as a hummingbird, thank you
very much. We hummies need a lot to keep buzzin’; it’s a scientific fact. Speaking of science – that
wave looks bigger than most of ‘em –
Winslow: Whoa! Guess we’d better move, or WE’LL
be “under the sea” –
Marty
Jean: Eeek, the
shoes, the shoes -- not on the shoes!!!! **tippy-toe**
Winslow: So it’s a little farther away, but we’ve
still got a view of the ocean –
Marty
Jean: Yeah, I
didn’t exactly bring my mermaid costume this time –
Winslow: Too bad, I’d’ve
liked to see that.
Marty
Jean: I just
bet you would! **playful smack**
Ciel: I’m so MAD at Conan right now *grump*…Huh, dere’s Win’n’MJ… mebbe dey’ll play wif me!
Ciel: Hey, run up’n’downa
beach wif me, okay?
Winslow: Hey back, little man! Naw, Marty Jean’n me just want to sit and look at the waves –
Marty
Jean: Yeah,
that’s it; we’re watching the waves
now, Ciel. What happened to Conan? Why aren’t you
with him?
Ciel: Conan’s being real DUMB right now – so I not talkin’ to him! C’mon, pleeeease,
play wif me!
**waves hands**
Winslow: Conan’s being dumb, huh? Maybe you
should go find him and make him UN-dumb.
Always worked for me and my cousin Fen when we were your age – though
she usually won! Don’t you go telling people that, though *snicker*.
Marty
Jean: Listen
to Winslow, Ciel – well, except try making nice with your brother. I don’t want to
have to get out the Band-aids!
Ciel: *hmph* Gw’own-ups
– you NO help! And NO fun! **runs away**
Marty
Jean: I just
got this flashback – me and my sister Cassandra when we were kids… Ciel’s right, grown-ups are NO help or fun at all, haha!
Winslow: That’s what my older brother David was
good for; took a lot of heat off our mom. Hmmm, how about we find another spot;
get a little more privacy until we have
to referee?
Marty
Jean: I like
your thinking, Win…
Marty
Jean: Oh
yeah, this is more like it! ♪I know
a dark, secluded place/A place where no one knows your face!/A
glass of wine, a fast embrace/It’s called Hernando’s Hideaway, a-way!♫
–
Winslow: Oh man, I think my grampa
used to sing that; talk about a blast from the past. Only catch is it’s not
dark here –
Marty
Jean: I know!
Would you like being here in the dark, then?
Winslow: Well, that depends –
Winslow: If it’s with you, that’d be a good thing, doncha
think?
Marty
Jean: Sure –
we could make s’mores – they always taste better
after sundown *giggle* –
Winslow: But we don’t need to wait until dark for
this…
Marty
Jean: …Nu-uh…
**crashing waves**
…Caribbean Queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run…
Ah, young love!
Oh, it’s THAT time of year again, when the Frenchy
holiday rears its head for the guillotine –
Guillotines & Melons & Kumquats, Oh My!
