heathens.

we don't deal with outsiders very well, they say newcomers have a certain smell. you have trust issues not to mention they can smell your intentions. you're lovin' the freakshow sitting next to you, you have some weird people sitting next to you. you think 'how did i get here sitting next to you?' but after all i've said, please don't forget. all my friends are heathens take it slow.

[bazwinfield]

spcnces:

"you’d be surprised.” because spencer mcalister looked terrible in plenty of things. he just wasn’t sure the blond next to him was understanding that. it wasn’t that he was the most confident person, because he truly wasn’t at all. so he doesn’t know what he’s doing or why he’s there. it could have been so easy for him to just get up and walk away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. he liked their proximity; he liked feeling the heat radiating off of his body in the cool night. god, that was so weird, he knew that. yet, he couldn’t find himself regretting it. he’d been drooling over him for months, trying to find the right time to talk to him, though it never came even if the time was right. spencer would back out before he even got close to talking to him; fear of laughter and rejection. now, he wasn’t facing either of those things; laughter only in the most beautiful way. not of mockery. he was facing a beautiful man, that was so close to him, so close that spencer’s heart was beating out of his chest. this was all too much for him, but he didn’t want to get up and leave. he wanted to move closer until their bodies were touching and he could graze his fingers down his back lightly. getting ahead of himself was easy for him and he totally was at this point. the brunet doesn’t know what to say, he’s so flustered, so he just giggles, “COOL is not the right word for me, but, t-thank you. and why wouldn’t i wanna talk to you ??” that baffled him that he’d even ask that, “well, you’re sweet and are way too cool, like everyone that you walk by swoons. you’re a charmer, which i’m slightly afraid of, but you charm well, i think,” sure, he was slightly jealous that he could just be talking to him to get something. but he wanted it to be something more than him being used. not that it would be, he highly doubted it because no one truly found interest in him like he’d found interest in others. “and you’re uh, really —- GORGEOUS.” it felt odd saying that to him, spencer never found himself being that straight forward but he was at this moment. “you are ?? —- INTO me ?? ha, i just would thought you’d go for someone pretty, oh wait !! you’re joking, very funny. i get it, i’d still like to hang out with you, though.” that seemed impossible. no one ever wanted to go on actual dates with him. not in a long time at least, lacking the whole intimacy department as of recently. so it was a joke, he should have known that from the moment he sat down. but even then, the smile on baz’s face was something he couldn’t get over. it was beautiful, finding himself getting lost in it. laughing at his statement he shakes his head the best he can, “your eyes have nothing on me as a whole, i mean they’re different colors, you know that right ?? like that’s more beautiful than the stars i’d say. and i adore the stars, looking up and knowing there are other worlds out there, it’s incredible.” what was he saying and why couldn’t he stop ?? his eyes went upwards, facing the stars before turning back to his company. spencer’s gaze found baz’s lips. he wanted to kiss him. that realization hit him like a brick. fuck, he wanted to kiss him so bad, more than he’d ever wanted to. leaning in slightly, but stopping himself before he could go any closer. this was not going to happen, he could not ruin it before it started. but what ?? everything was a joke, he had nothing to ruin nor nothing to start. but fuck, he was still staring at it lips, he couldn’t stop as he licked his own, biting the bottom one. he only stopped when baz spoke, “yeah, nice to officially meet you too, baz.” and his eyes looked away from the other’s lips to meet his eyes, “does it stand for something? —- like your name, is it just baz or is it a nickname? i’m being nosy, sorry, i’ve just never heard anything like that before.”

baz merely shook his head at that, because how could anything look bad on someone who looked like him ? he couldn’t even imagine it. however he didn’t reply, knowing the other would just fight him on it. it astounded him though, even if he didn’t show it or say so, that someone who looked like spencer could think nothing but great things about themselves. ----- if it was anyone else laying across from baz, he would’ve gotten closer. he would’ve molded his body into theirs, both of them melting away together into the rough sand. but it wasn’t anyone else, it was spencer. spencer, the man he’d asked around to get to know. the man he’d learned things about via word of mouth for the past month ( or longer, definitely longer ). the man he couldn’t help but be drawn to. and even if this felt so right -- and even if he wanted it more than he wanted his father’s approval, something in him SCREAMED not to do this. not to get involved with spencer. it was something he’d never felt. like he wanted to lean forward and kiss this beautiful boy, but knew if he did they’d both set  a f l a m e. and deep down he knew it was because he’d always burned everything he touched but he’d never been afraid of fire. he’d never been afraid of flames. but it wasn’t the open fire that he was worried about, it was watching the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen get destroyed. pretty things were lost to this world all the time, and baz knew that. jewels were broken, paintings stolen, and they always say the good die young, but god, baz felt like he’d do anything to keep this perfect thing perfect, this perfect man whole. and he was the last thing an angel could ever want, let alone need. he should’ve told spencer to run, he knew he would’ve if he shouted it at him with all he had. but he didn’t. he couldn’t. because he’d never been near an angel, and he wasn’t ready to see that glow fade away from him no matter how selfish it was. that glow that RADIATED from the being that couldn’t be just a human laying on the beach with him. 

“you are cool. you know -- i asked so many people about you, i was so curious. and if i’m cool, and wanted to know all about you. that makes you super cool, right ? ” he inquired. the most sincere, soft and sweet smile that had ever graced barry’s face grew in the slightest as he replied. “thank you.” he said, and it was soft, quiet, and he meant it. it wasn’t like the fake thank you’s he’d hand out to anyone, he MEANT it. he appreciated spencer’s words, spencer calling him gorgeous. it made him feel like his own body was on fire -- only in the best way. baz furrowed his brows, but his smile didn’t dare fade, only grew more amused. “joking ? -- i’m dead serious, spence. i’m  i n t o  you.” he repeated, and even with a look of amusement on his face he hoped the other knew how sincere he was. more compliments flowed from spencer and baz had never felt this appreciated. baz had never felt so beautiful. he wanted to make spencer feel that way, but maybe he wasn’t as good with words as he’d been told he was -- maybe his honeyed voice was only good for fucking and manipulating. either way, he wouldn’t give up. he wouldn’t give up the way he felt right now, he wouldn’t give up trying to share it with spencer. 

“i’d say something about how you have the whole sky in your eyes but i think maybe that might be a bit too internet poet.” he teased, though his voice was still filled with nothing but adoration. and his joke was clearly that, something comical, but it felt short in the air to his ears as he felt himself leaning towards the other a bit. he’d taken note of where spencer’s eyes had locked and he would’ve kissed him -- he wanted to. he was going to. but spencer asked about his name and baz just smiled even wider. “you’re not bein’ nosey. you’re getting to know me, yeah ? ” he offered. it felt a bit weird to say, really. that someone was ‘getting to know him’ but it was true. he was letting spencer slip through a crack in his seemingly put together wall, and he was letting him get to know him in a more intimate way then he had anyone in the past few years just by talking. just by being here how they were. he was letting him get to know him, and he was doing his damn best to get to know him too. “you’re not gonna laugh at me if i tell you my name are ya, spence ? not many people know my real name. it’s kind of like my biggest secret. are we ready to share secrets ? ” he inquired, and he was being light and teasing but he was still leaning in closer and his lips were nearly brushing spencer’s and his eyes struggling not to flutter shut as he continued to look into the other’s. he was teasing in more ways then one, teasing spencer and himself. with one push of his body he would’ve had his lips on spencer’s but he waited. it’d be rude to interrupt the conversation anyways, right ?

[soleburnt]

“truly, i mean i don’t think i could ever stop looking at them if i’m going to be honest. oh, duh – i could have guessed that, but i didn’t want to just assume or anything. my accent is plain and boring, totally not as adorable as yours though.” and he didn’t even know why he thought continuing that sentence would be a good idea. but this was spencer and he could never just STOP talking. with the other’s words he couldn’t help but feel the heat rising to his own cheeks, thank god the son was down, so that hopefully the man sitting beside him couldn’t see how flustered he became. “i really don’t, orange looks TERRIBLE on me.” the brunet could barely understand the flirting that was going on. his whole life, he’d never been one to get flirted with or really given people the chance to flirt with him because whenever someone was cute was close by he’d literally bolt in the other direction. why he hadn’t done it yet was totally blowing his mind ( maybe it was because the blond was way too cute and a little bit intimidating to just get up and leave ). this guy just didn’t stop with the sly comments and it was going to drive spencer nuts. “g-good friends ?? o-oh, y-yeah … — wait, no !! i am, i just … why you’d be talking to me or like wanting to be friends with me of all people ?? it just doesn’t make sense.” that was him shitting on himself. because honestly, cute men like that definitely wanted nothing to do with spencer. so he couldn’t help but think that maybe this one wanted nothing to do with him either, he just wanted something. when the blond had laid down next to him, spencer was shocked to say the least. god, they were still so close and he could feel the other’s eyes on him, making spencer shift uncomfortably. “oh, like an actual date or like a friend date ?? not that it has to be an actual date, obviously, you’re p-probably not into guys, well not into me at least … and not that i’m uh, into you or anything – okay maybe a little —” now he’d DONE it. but he didn’t want to say anything about it; maybe baz ( the first time he’d ever heard his name before and he wanted to hear it so many more times ) hadn’t realized he said it. “you really do, for one, my eyes aren’t as beautiful as yours,” now, he turned on his own side to face him and he couldn’t help but giggle at his company’s words. “baz, that’s so interesting – ‘m spencer.”

[bazwinfield]

baz’s sincere smile stayed spread widely across his pale face as the other spoke again. not as adoable as yours, he said, and baz couldn’t help but feel like they were definitely flirting. it was unlike other flirting baz partook in, however. it was much sweeter -- and that was foreign to baz. talking to someone, chatting them up in the LEAST sexual way. sex was all baz knew, but talking to him was different. he didn’t even think about sex -- or well, it wasn’t all he thought about. due to the darkening sky, baz couldn’t even make out the hues of pink blossoming over the others cheeks. he could tell by his demeanor, however, that he was at least a bit flustered. baz only found that even more adorable though. “i guarentee nothing looks terrible on you.” baz was more than used to flirting, but not with people like him. it was always someone else sexual, someone who he didn’t care about at all. but this ? this he cared about. he wanted to get to know this man, and it made him feel strange, in a way. but good. though baz was unaware the other would bolt because he found him attractive, if he’d have known, he would’ve been more than glad that he didn’t. besides, baz wasn’t all that great -- and even if this adorable lifeguard thought he was, that didn’t change the facts about him. he was good looking, but he was a bad person. this guy deserved more, so baz himself should’ve been thinking about walking away -- but he wasn’t. "i’m just kidding -- but i do think we’ll be good friends.” he then stopped for a moment, his smile fading slightly as he furrowed his brows a bit, “why’d i be talking to you ? ‘cause you’re COOL. and i like you. you don’t give yourself enough credit. the real question is why someone like you would wanna talk to me ? ” baz hated that the other so openly found himself seemingly unworthy of him. he wasn’t, not even remotely. if anything, baz was the one unworthy of his time. their close proximity was something baz rather enjoyed, and if he hadn’t have had some weird thing for the other, he might’ve just kissed him. “i am -- into guys. into YOU. so, if you’re interested, like an actual date.” he said, his gentle smile having returned. baz had certainly heard him, and he was more than glad that he did. “i still have nothing on you, not in my ‘beautiful’ eyes.” as the other turned over, they were so close now -- face to face as they laid in the sand. it just got that much harder not to think about kissing spencer, but he refrained from leaning in and placing his lips to his. it got easier not to when the other giggled, as baz’s face lit up even more. that was a sound he could get used to. one that momentarily held all of his attention. “it’s nice to officially meet you, spencer.”

[bazwinfield]

spcnces:

the male’s eyes brightened, he loves them, “the stars are AMAZING, i’ve been here my whole life and they never cease to amaze me. where are you from if you don’t mind me asking ?? obviously not america because your accent, which is really cute by the —” FUCK. he was such a slip up. he rambled and what came with rambling was the very high chance of saying something that he did not want to. calling the blond’s accent cute was exactly what he didn’t want. “i’ve worn it TOO much in my life to actually enjoy it anymore.” shrugging, he tried to stray his mind away from how fucking nervous he was. but it was hard to ignore. the cute guy that he’d always saw and had very much so made eye contact with on multiple occasions was sitting right next to him ( pretty close too, possibly too close because spencer’s heart was racing ). and jesus, his laugh was even MORE pretty than his smile and now spencer just wanted to get up and run. “i – uh,” but he was blushing furiously as he tried to speak. “wow – that’s, REALLY kind of you to say, thank you.” the words mumbled as they came from his lips, “you like rambling ?? well, you’re sure in for a treat because i do it quite often. not that, like i expect you to ever talk to me because you don’t. i’m just saying if you ever did or w-wanted to, then be in for a lot of rambling because — as you can tell, i do it a LOT.” why was he being like this ?? the man beside him really couldn’t effect him that much, he didn’t even know his name. “y-you don’t make me nervous; just in general i get nervous, that’s it.” but oh boy did he make him nervous. like he wasn’t even looking at him and he was nervous as hell. “yeah, like a surf date.” he gulped, stuffing his face into his knees, “oh god, that’s NOT what i meant !!” groaning the male took his face from his knees and plopped his back down into the sand, eyes staring up at the sky as he let out a soft ‘ow’ from hitting the sand too hard. “i don’t look as amazing as YOU did.” was that flirting ?? really shitty flirting, but give him some credit, he’s trying. 

another delighted chuckle rumbled from baz’s throat as the boy stumbled a bit after nothing but a normal compliment. “yeah, they are quite amazing huh ? anyways, i’m british. from london, more specifically. and thank you -- but to me you’re the one that has the accent. yours is plenty adorable too though, don’t worry.” his smile, which was now appearing slightly more flirty than it had been before, tipped at the edge as it widened while his eyes traced over the details of spencer’s face. “well that’s a shame, you look good in red. though you’d probably look good in just about ANY color.” he continued, “yeah -- you don’t have to thank me though. as cliche as it sounds i’m just being honest.” he finished, his statement simple. for once, possibly in his whole life, there was nothing behind his words. no hidden meaning or slight threat, he was just being TRUTHFUL. just saying the first thing that came to mind ( which just so happened to be every single thing he was thinking about the other male ) and his intentions, no matter how flirty his words were, could almost be considered pure. “i LOVE rambling -- now, at least.” he replied, his cheeky smile glued to his face as though it was a constant like breathing or a heartbeat. “and i sure hope we talk again. i thought you and i were gonna be good friends, thought we were getting along. but i mean, if you’re not a fan of blonde brits i can take a hint.” he jested. he hoped his constant admirement of the other wasn’t creepy -- he simply just felt as though there couldn’t possibly be anything better in the whole world to look at than the boy sitting next to him. scratch that, laying next to him. baz followed suit, though his entire body was laid on it’s side so he could face spencer while they spoke. “exactly like a surf date.” he said, his tone softer now than it had been before. though the entirely pure sincerity was shortlived as he returned to his joking manner to pay yet another compliment to spencer. “PLEASE -- i’ve got nothing on you. and that’s coming from me, baz winfield, cockiest man to ever sail the seven seas.”

[bazwinfield]

 spcnces:

“OH.” was all that came out of his mouth, he really didn’t know what else to say to that. thank you for wanting to talk to me ?? no, that was stupid and would only bring an extreme amount of embarrassment. plus, the way the blond’s eyes lit up when he grinned only made spencer want to bury himself. spencer’s own eyes only turned to face the other for a second, giving him a soft smile before turning back to the setting sun, “it REALLY is,” the smile turned into a fond one as he tucked his knees into his chest, “the colors are amazing and i’m sure the stars will be even better once the sun does set.” turning his head and resting his cheek on his knee, he met the mismatched eyes, “yeah, as you can tell by the red swimming trunks. — i, uh – thank you, i think. i don’t know if that’s supposed to a compliment or something. i mean, it could be a bad thing, couldn’t it ?? obviously it could, maybe my eyes scared you or i glared. oh god, what am i saying ?? i —” and even if he was trying so hard not to blush, he was pretty sure that his cheeks were tinted red. “i rambled, i’m sorry — i tend to do that when i’m nervous.” FUCK. he shouldn’t have said that. “not that i’m nervous around you or anything, that’d be so dumb. ha ha, i’m just gonna STOP.” the brunet shut his mouth and snapped his eyes back in front of him. “so um, you surf ?? that’s cool, i do too.”

baz’s eyes didn’t leave spencer, not even for a moment. the small smile that was directed towards him only made his grow. “the stars in calabasas always seem to be extra bright. prettier than the one’s from my home town.” he agreed. he watched intently as the other tucked his knees into his chest. he used to opputunity to look at his body. he was built, as built if not more so than baz was himself. baz continued to let his eyes wonder from his legs that were covered in thick, dark hair to his chest that was covered in the same thing. he then let his eyes land back on spender’s face, listening as he spoke. baz was hanging on to every word he said, which was rare seeing as baz only listened when something benefited him -- but he was actually INTERESTED in what spencer had to say. “maybe you just like red.” he teased, a soft chuckle passing his lips as the other continued. the rambling & blushing was more than endearing to baz, and his smile was more genuine and less of a smirk than it had been most times recently. “it’s a compliment. they’re beautiful. piercing. the type of eyes you can never forget. really though, who could forget you ? eyes open or closed, you’re a walking piece of art.” he admitted before continuing. “don’t worry, rambling’s cute. i like rambling.” he chuckled again, smoothly and sincerely. “it’s alright if i make you nervous. i don’t mean to, but i think it means good things for me if i do.” he breathed out softly, “but yes -- i surf. a lot, actually.” he answered. his smile grew to it’s ful potential as the other said he surfed as well. “we should surf together sometime, i bet you look amazing on a board out on the salt water.”

[bazwinfield]

gdilana:

“oh even more lovely,” lana answered, her head slightly turning as she continued. “i was just about to go talk up that cute little brunette over there, but,” lana let her head turn slightly back toward the boy, now letting her sunglasses lean slightly forward so her eyes could gaze at his, “if you feel you could make much better use of my time, i’m all ears.”

"oh no -- by all means. go chat up the cute little brunette.” he replied, his smirk still prominant as he shook his wet hair off slightly before running his hand through it. “i was really just saying hi.”

[bazwinfield]

lcighton:

she had been caught in a slight daze, captivated by the push and pull of the waves just beyond where she had planted herself. feet sinking deeper into the sand that became cooler in comparison to the surface. jolted from her haze as the male approached her, leighton made a very conscious effort to keep her eyes from roaming his bare torso. ‘ hey ’ a sweet smile decorates her features. ‘ how was the water ? ’

baz smiled back, though his may have been much more of a smirk than a smile -- despite if he was trying to genuinely smile or not. “good. nice waves out today. you gonna go in ? ” he inquired, his board now lent up against a stand as he began to dry off with his towel while he replied, standing near the girl who was sat in the soft sand.

[bazwinfield]

afirc:

afira lay reclined on one of the chairs near the beach, her sun kissed arm draped around her forehead to shade her hues from the sun. of course the one time she forgets her sunglasses happens to be the same day it’s scorching outside. “ fuck it. “ she muttered inaudibly for anyone else to hear as she threw her legs over the side and let her feet hit the hot concrete. moving away from the remote area and up the grassy hill, she almost didn’t hear the sound of the voice from behind her and glanced over her shoulder to take a gander. “ hi. “ she replied, a hint of dazed confusion evident on her face. her icy blues looked him over in something almost of curiosity. “ your mom ever teach you it’s dangerous to talk to strangers ?? “

"no, my mother thought there were more useful things to teach me than to be afraid of something i don’t know -- or someone.” he shot back, then leaning his surfboard against a stand as he let his hair drip slightly onto his body while he stood in the sand, letting the sun dry him slowly as they spoke. “besides, i’m sure i’ve seen you around the club before, yeah ? ‘m baz.”

[bazwinfield]

oopslola:

the afternoon, when the sun was its highest, was the optimal time for tanning. that’s why lola decided to spend her afternoon lounging by the pool. she was just about to turn to tan her back when she heard a male voice. she lifted her hand to shade her eyes as she looked up at baz, and raised an eyebrow. “are you really trying to flirt right now? do i look drunk to you?”

baz let out a slight scoff, a smirk still adorning his lips. “i said hello, i’d hardly say that counts as me flirting with you. -- which i wouldn’t, by the way. drunk or sober. i’d rather flirt with a fucking frog, but thanks. ya’ know, for assuming my  h e l l o  was anything other than a common curtosity. full of yourself much ? ”

[bazwinfield]

spcnces:

“i mean — there’s PLENTY of other people on the beach, s-so you could be talking to them.” the brunet shrugged his shoulders, eyes definitely not falling down the man’s dripping wet body. that was not what was happening, he was looking him right in the eye, for sure. well, until he ripped his eyes back to the ocean, “no, it’s NOT taken. you can sit, i guess.” though he was so confused as to why he wasn’t going to sit somewhere else or why he was even talking to him. with an accent like that, he could make anyone swoon ( though he wasn’t, not at ALL ).

"well ‘m not -- i’m talking to you.” he shot back with a smirk as he sat next to the other man. he’d certainly taken note of spencer’s wondering eyes, but kept his mouth shut and let his amusement pour from his chesire grin & mismatched eyes. “thank you. it’s one of the best spots on the beach. the view from right here is spectacular.” he informed, though when he said it, he certainly didn’t mean the view of the ocean. his eyes stayed locked on the man’s face, though it was admittedly difficult not to let his eyes fall just how spencer’s had moments ago. “you work at the club, right ? you’re a lifeguard ? i’d notice those eyes anywhere.” baz was sure it was clear he was flirting, and he was sure spencer didn’t mind advances from a man judging by the way he’d eyed him when he’d walked up -- the way he’d looked at him a few times before, too. baz flirted with everyone, and most people did swoon. but spencer ? he WANTED spencer to swoon.

[bazwinfield]

grdjeila:

jj was laying on the beach after she finished her shift for the day. she often found herself out there after she got off of work just enjoying the views – both the people and the water. she looked up when she heard the familiar accent and raised her signature sunglasses to reveal her eyes to him. “hello there back atcha.” she smiled.

he leaned his board against a nearby stand, grabbing his towel he’d put there earlier & began drying off slowly as he looked down at the petite girl. “what’re you doing here, this far down on the beach ? do you surf ? ”

[bazwinfield]

plsgeorgie:

it was almost a ritual for georgie to end her day at the beach with her feet shoved into the sand, taking in the sound of the waves. her chin was perched on her knees, a soft smile forming on her lips as baz shuffled his way toward her. “hello to you too.” she mumbled, eyebrows raising slightly as he spoke and her head tilting up to look at him, bringing a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun. 

"so, ‘d ya come to watch me surf ? ” he teased as he sat next to the girl in the sand, laying his board out next to him. “i mean, i definitely understand if so. i’ve been told i look pretty good out there.”

[bazwinfield]

ctrldanny:

“hi.” danny drawled, his own accent only magnified by the sarcasm dripping from his words. he stared out at the ocean crashing against the shoreline, idly wondering how much longer he could get away with this - barring the fact he had a shift to get to in 30 minutes, and his boss really wouldn’t like it if he showed up with sea swept hair and sand all over him, but. he had half an hour. that was plenty of time. “i’d say fancy meeting you here, but it is a semi-public beach, so.”

"oh, am i bothering you ? ” he mockingly inquired as he let his board lean against a nearby ledge where baz’ towel hung, where he’d placed it nearly an hour ago when he’d gotten to the beach. “i was just trying to make conversation.” he retorted, grabbing the towl & beginning to dry himself off with it. he didn’t enjoy the sarcasm that was hanging from each of the other man’s words -- especially considering baz could’ve simply gotten all in danny’s space, grabbed his towel, and not said a word to him. -- his father had always told him being nice got you nowhere.

[bazwinfield]

spcnces:

spencer was taking a break, he’d had enough of watching a pool full of children screaming. his own beloved whistle was starting to get on his nerve, so he had shoved it in his pocket and made his way to the beach. he could easily spend his time surfing or just wading in the water, but he decided on just sitting in the sand. the thick accent caught him off guard as he turned his head to look, “uh, were you talking to ME ??” the brunet gulped, trying to keep his eyes upwards.

“yeah -- who else would i be talking to ? ” he smirked down at the man sitting below him as he stood above, body still dripping from the water he’d just walked out of. he recognized the other from the club, one of the lifeguards. baz appreciated beauty, beauty of all kinds -- art, jewels, women AND men. & this man ? this man was beautiful. “is that seat taken ? ” he inquired, referencing towards the sand next to spencer.

[bazwinfield]

gdilana:

as much as lana hated the beach, she couldn’t deny that it held some beautiful people. looking the party of ‘that pretty girl with the killer bikini’, lana let her eyes scan through her sunglasses. just as she was about to snatch up a cute little brunette, she heard that dark accent she’d grown to slightly love, a playful smile not tainting her lips. “hello there” she responded, turning around to see the male in front of her. “i hope those devil waves were nice to you?” she offered a smile.

his smirk stayed prominant as she turned to speak to him, his brows slightly raised as she mentioned the waves. that was one thing they certainly would never agree on. baz was practically a fish out of water, where as the girl was more like a cat. “the waves were lovely. & how is standing here on the sand treating you ? ”

[bazwinfield]

jcmeson:

long legs are stretched indolently across the soft padding of the beach chair, leading a pair of loosely strung topsiders that appear as if they’ve only been worn once at the most. there’s little point in donning the pale blue button up as no effort was ever made to actually do any of the buttons, leaving sun-tanned skin on display. the greeting has james squinting behind his sunglasses, wondering when he’d invited conversation in the first place. “easy there, baywatch. if you walk any faster it’ll ruin your aesthetic.”

"baywatch ? clever, really.” he shot back, “i guess that’s a compliment in a way.” he grabbed the towel he had sat on a ledge near the boy who hadn’t actually been at the beach when he’d arrived. “just came for this.” he stated as he sat his board down and began to dry his hair.

[bazwinfield]

baz had just gotten out of the water, his wetsuit hanging lowly on his waist, his board tucked under his arm as he walked up onto the beach and away from the ocean’s shore. a smirk tugged at his lips as he ran his hand swiftly through his wet hair, approaching the being ahead of him. “hello there.” he stated, his bright smile shining as his thick accent dripped from his simple words.

[bazwinfield]

hello ! i’m duckie and i’m from the est timezone ! i’m gonna put some info on baz below, but if you wanna plot hmu or like this & i’ll mssg ya.

.:* • ° wasn’t that  dominic sherwood  who dropped their keys off at the valet ? nevermind it was just  twenty three  year old  barry winfield.  word around the resort is that this  male  can be quite  charming and observant   but some find  him  menacing and possessive.  you can usually find  baz  surfing  hiding the fact that  he comes from a gang family.

• baz is my brand new son. he’s based off of two characters from a tv show i watch & he’s basically just a rich kid looking to live life and have fun while in america -- ( he’s from britian ! his family moved to california recently. gang stuff... ) -- despite his job as the second eldest son, the one who is supposed to take over the gang as his older brother isn’t reliable, he’s spending time at the club to avoid his responsibilites. of course he’s still doing his job, and his poker mates that come over are just as shady as he is. though looking at baz, handsome, rich, charming -- you wouldn’t assume he’s in a gang. of course, he is, and he’s really high up. he’s a dangerous guy all in all but he doesn’t advertise his gang life, and most would probably assume he’s just a rich kid with daddy issues who wants to rebel by blowing cash, surfing and playing poker with friends. 

• he’s pansexual, and sex is definitely his thing. he’ll flirt with anyone -- anyone. however baz has steered clear of relationships thus far & intends to do so for as long as he can. who knows, though, right ? he honestly spends all his time, when he isn’t lowkey working, playing poker & surfing. he’ll party occasionaly as well. the bar or the beach is where you’ll find him most often. again, he’s new to cali, so he’s new to calabasas. he knows his way around enough -- but not very well. it’s obvious he hasn’t live their very long as he couldn’t give anyone directions or rec a good place to eat or anything like that. his thick british accent also probably helps give this away.

• if you have any questions about baz, feel free to ask but for now that should be all you need to know ! i can’t wait to meet all of you & roleplay with you guys. i’m so glad to be here.