a heavy heart sighs

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roserhianon

With a drink in her hand, Rose shook her head, but she was smiling. “I say you’re still not that great of an artist.” She said with a laugh, eyes now looking at the tattoo with a raised eyebrow. “I have a steadier hand then you – should’ve let me done it.” The blonde mused. Not that ever had the desire to tattoo someone or get one for herself – but, she didn’t think she’d be terrible at it. 

   Glancing down, Mason shrugged, still a bit too drunk to really care the lines had wobbled. Stick and poke tattoos never came out very well - the tiny ones littering his arms and legs, small and hard to notice, proved that fact well. A smile reached his lips. “Alright - give me my next one, then,” He told her, a request on his tanned face as he slid his hands around her waist to pull her in. “It can be anything you’d like. Maybe a rose.”

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   “--shit!” Mason exclaimed, dropping his glass to the sand and benching to pick it up, the white grains sticky with his alcohol now soaking under the sun. On his wrist was a brand new tattoo, a startling green against his tan, in the shape of a lucky 4-leaf shamrock. Crudely done, as if it had been done by his own hand, with a needle. This would be an accurate guess. Catching the feeling of a shadow over his warm shoulder, Mason sent a laugh upwards, shielding his eyes from the sun from his crouch. “Still tender, still drunk - still a mess,” He joked, gesturing to his tattoo and the spilled drink. Standing, Mason shook the sweaty hair from his eyes and gave a smile. “Worth it though. What do you think?” 

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tash-taylor

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” she responded with a look a regret washing over her face. He was wearing sunglasses so there was no way to know… but the damage was already done. “Are you sure? First I wake you up and then steal your shirt, not the best first introduction ever” she said with a slight chuckle, eyeing his shirt hesitantly before reaching out to grab it. “Thanks really, I can’t find my stuff anywhere.”

   “No, no!” Mason assured her, but after a beat, he gave a sheepish shrug and told the truth. “Well, yes, technically - I shouldn’t be napping, anyway. It’s a party, right? ‘Bout time I livened up,” He teased with a stretch, glancing for the sunscreen. After she admitted losing her things, concern creased his expression. Sounded like highschool - stealing clothes right from lockers. “Not stolen, I hope? Please, feel free, and if you need help tracking down a culprit, just holler.” 

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tash-taylor:

AREA 3: CHEAP THRILLS

The exhibitionist side of Tasha was either very miniscule or completely non-existent; however her love of water could not be ignored. Thankful that California stayed warm pretty much year round, the singer wasted no time disrobing and heading for the water, a copper colored bikini clinging to her skin, a stark contrast to the now very short platinum pixie cut she adorned. Eventually wet feet padded through the warm sand, the tiny particles sticking everywhere as she approached another in slight desperation. “Would you happened to have a towel to spare? Or even an extra t-shirt you don’t like very much?”

   Sunglasses hiding his eyes from the burn of the sun, Mason had to do a double-take when he realized he’d been asked by her for the assistance. Clearing his throat and shoving the shades up above his eyes, Mason blinked the sleep from his eyes. Naps on the beach - even a holiday couldn’t stop him from enjoying the activity. “You just want mine?” He offered, bleary as he grabbed his own shirt from the beach bag, clad currently without a top and only the neon green trunks on his fit figure. Mason had never been the kind of guy to care about his shirts, usually all Walmart or Goodwill bought. “Here - it’s fine, really!”