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The summer air is warm against her skin, even as the sun slips slow over the horizon, disappearing into the glittering blue of the ocean. The sky is light yet from its glow, but there is an inky midnight blue growing over the city behind them, ignored in favor of the roaring fire and the shouts and calls of revelry amongst beach goers.
With school out for the summer there is never a quiet evening on Lemnos Beach, and on this night the college students have monopolized the area, littering it with beer cans and smoked blunts and cigarette butts that will provide some poor life guard staff with a terrible cleaning job in the morning. But for the moment it is all revelry and madness in a way befitting of their origins, shouts and laughter ringing near as loud as the music playing from the dj booth set up on the flat sands away from the water's edge.
She's warm from booze and sun, her hair a tousled blonde cascade down her back, jean shorts cut off dangerously high against her legs but hey, its a beach party, what were they expecting? Seulgi is all grace as she traverses warm sand, flip flops abandoned at some indeterminate point in the evening. She came with Taemin - as she always does- and it is always understood that they'll be leaving separately. He's already disappeared at this point, curled up in someone's arms no doubt, and Seulgi isn't about to be left behind.
Slender legs carry her across golden sands to the edges of the shoreline where a knot of people sit lazy around a fire. The light of the fire casts harsh shadows across their faces, and as she draws closer one in particular is illuminated into something breathtaking. There is a dark flicker in the depths of his gaze that sinks hooks into her soul and pulls her in. Before she makes a conscious decision she's balanced on the flat of the log bench beside him, legs crossed dainty one over the other and a wicked grin easy on her lips. "You look bored." she teased easily, fishes into her pocket to pull out a blunt, leaves ground and rolled carefully in thin glittering paper, a purple cast to the plant that seems just the slightest bit unnatural. "If you're a good boy I'll let you smoke with me."