mightbeconcussed | I wonder as I wander [RP for justlikenavarre]

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I wonder as I wander [RP for justlikenavarre]

"So, tell me what you think of LA," Lucy said as she drew squiggles in the sand with her bare toe. She and Donovan were walking on the beach. It was close to sunset and over all a beautiful evening.

"I've never actually been there. We went to Disney World once when I was little but LA is one of the many places I've never been. I've seen it on tv and in the movies. Is it anything like that?"

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It had been a really good week hanging out with Lucy. They'd gone to see Jill sing a few nights, went to a movie and even enjoyed just sitting around the house and watching mindless infomercials until two in the morning discussing whether or not cooking turkey by lightbulb was really healthy or not.

Donovan had promised that he'd cook for her that night but first Lucy wanted to practice in some more cliche beach house behavior like the long walks on beaches during the sunset, and Donovan wasn't going to argue. So they headed out barefoot with his jeans rolled up a bit and started to walk along the shoreline stopping every so often.

"LA is pretty good, I mean I think if I had grown up somewhere else maybe I'd hate it. The weather is pretty steady, and really the smog can get to you in the mornings sometimes. I mean out here when I haven't been sleeping too late I've caught a few sunrises, and they're nice. LA is a lot of what you see on television but it's not as easy access I guess. I mean there are famous people and the palm trees lining the streets, but it's not something you really notice when you live there for so long. It's just part of the package. But with the high class you also get the no rain, the fires, the pollution and crime and there aren't too many shows that give you that side of things."

"Well I can see why they wouldn't. I mean it's not like pollutn, crime, fire or rain are sexy," Lucy quipped. She stepped out into the tide, letting it wash over her feet. "And isn't that what LA is all about? The sex. Well that's a TV thing too so probably not so much. I've had fun with you being here and you seem to be adjusting to the whole night owl thing."

Donovan waited while Lucy washed her foot off and then continued beside her, "I'm not sure if LA is really all about sex, but the perception is pretty close to it. I think really LA is all about the people. All the ones that end up there looking for their dreams, or for some miracle to happen only to end up doing the exact same thing they did before but for more money."

Leaning down Donovan picked up a flat stone washed smooth by the tides and moved to rinse it off in the water for a moment. "I hate to pull out stuff from my Lit class Sophmore year, but most the people in Los Angeles are just like this stone. Beaten down into looking just like everyone else around them."

"Except with fake boobs and highlights," Lucy said. "That's a sterotype though I guess. I mean not every girl there has a boob job and highlights. And I can't be all judgmental about the highlights because while the blonde is natral there are highlights. Sometime I'll have to come see for myself. LA, not the fake boobs and highlights."

Donovan laughed, "Yes, except for the fake boobs and highlights... present company excluded, that's exactly what LA is full of. The phony, plastic and rich. Except for me, cause well I'm none of those things... yet. LA has had it's grip on me for only so long... eventually it'll win that battle I'm sure."

He was teasing, and being flat out sarcastic going on about it all, and when Lucy mentioned coming to LA to see it for herself he laughed again, "Are you sure? The fake boobs might be worth the trip out. Some of them are a bit scary to notice."

Letting his laughter fade out a bit he nodded, "But if you ever do want to come to Los Angeles let me know. I can crash on the couch in my apartment and you can stay in the bedroom. Because well I'm a gentleman and all that."

"Awww, you'll let me kick you out of bed. That's very sweet," Lucy teased. "Now see I'll have to come down when the battle is won because seeing you with fake boobs and highlights will be fun," she laughed.

She leaned down and picked up a rock, tossing it out to the water. She turned just right, twisted her ankle and fell with a shriek that turned into a laugh.

He was already laughing from the remark about him with boobs and trying to come up with a witty comeback when Lucy toppled to the ground in a fit of laughter.

"I can't take you anywhere!" Donovan proclaimed as he looked at her seated on the sand, "Good thing I haven't gotten my boobs yet, or I'd be all off balance too!"

There was the witty comeback.

Extending a hand out he let her take his and when he pulled her up he stooped down and hauled her over his shoulder, "Ahhh... just like the days of cavemen. See this should keep you from falling anymore. Come on, we'll head back to the house I'll get you some ice so that doesn't swell and I'll start cooking dinner alright?"

Lucy giggled as Donovan carried her over his shoulder. She smacked him on the butt. "Sounds good. I'm starving and ooo now I'm all handicapped. You'll have to be my beck and call boy," she teased him. "And can I have a fruity drink? With an umbrella. Strictly medicinal!" she swore with a mischivious grin.

"Hey!" he shot back as she swatted at his rear, "I'm carrying you here, not wise to beat the help!"

Still he continued back up the shoreline shifting her on purpose everytime she made some comment about needing him to fetch her fine wines and flowers when she demanded them. "Yes you can have a fruity drink and I'll make sure it's purely for medical reasons with the numbing factor being taken into affect of course. Plus vitamin C."

Once back up at the house Donovan set her down on the couch, shaking his head as she stuck her hand out, "I was kidding about the bell. I don't have one for you to ring at me, just hold on a minute let me get you some ice." A light jog to the kitchen and he was grabbing one of the many ice packs from the fridge and wrapping it in a kitchen towel as he headed back out to Lucy.

Setting it gently on her ankle he made sure to shove a pillow under her foot too, "Elevation for something. See? Mail room guy, not a doctor. But if it's too cold or something let me know. Now, I'm going to go prepare your 'fruity drink' and you can entertain me or watch TV either way, I'm kitchen bound."

"I will totally be entertaining. You're my guest despite the fact that you've now been demoted to taking care of Lucy duty," Lucy grinned.

"You're good at this taking care of Lucy duty too," she commented. "Rum in the fruityness please! Although seriously, if you don't want to do the taking care of me thing I'm good at hobbling slash hopping. I've twisted things and broken things often enough that I should be a pro at it. Oh! And a pretty glass! They're under the bar thingy there."

Stopping halfway between the fridge and the cabinet with the glasses in it he stuck his finger out pointedly at her, "No hobbling slash hopping. You're already distracted by shiny things today, and I'm not having you twist another ankle. I'd have to give up my Be a Gentleman Merit badge if I let you hobble and get hurt anymore while I'm here."

When she pointed to the bar where the 'pretty glass' was he turned and followed her pointing and retrieved said 'pretty glass' and moved back over to set it on the counter next to the margarita mix and the bottle of Malibu Rum he had picked up when they went grocery shopping earlier for all the things he wanted for the whole Donovan Cooks Dinner event.

Grabbing two small plates he poured the large grain salt he picked up as well onto the surface of the one and then poured a bit of the mix onto the other and set the glass upside down in the shallow puddle of liquid while he got out the mixer and started to make her margarita on the rocks.

Letting it set for a moment he cut a few wedges of lime and then in a skilled move he picked up the glass from the one plate and set it in the salt, twisting it and flipping it out onto the counter. A napkin wiped a bit of the salt away for the lime wedge and then another spot cleaned off the rim that he noticed her licking off the other night just for those sips between salted ones. Then another shake of the drink and he strained it into the glass, before setting the shaker down.

Picking the glass up he moved back toward Lucy and presented it to her, "Fruity drink freshly prepared, and dinner... is so far from being served, but if you sip slowly? Maybe you'll be drunk quick and time won't seem to pass so slow while I cook."

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I wonder as I wander [RP for justlikenavarre]

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