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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"Out here please. There's nothing that can't be replaced in the house and I think the floor got christened with alcohol at the party," Lucy assured him. "Nice accent by the way," she teased.

She wiggled a little, rearranging herself so that there would be room for Donovan on the couch. "Aww you'd be so cute. You could actually keep up with my night owl-ness then," she teased.

"And I'd be really nice. You could lay on the couch with me and watch reruns and infomercials. This wolf thing is sounding better and better. Jill and I were talking about getting a puppy," she joked.

Clapping his hands together he grinned, "Alright out here it is." He turned around and headed back toward the small closet near the hallway and grabbed two of the small table trays from there and set them up near Lucy, then went back to grab a third one for him. He figured one would hold the food for serving and the others would be for them to eat off of. Of course Lucy tended to be the on the lap type, but he still wanted her to have room to put stuff.

Then he went back to the kitchen to turn the flame up a bit higher to get those fancy scorch marks on the skin of the peppers and make sure it was hot enough for it to still sizzle when he put it in the bowl for serving. It seemed to just need a few minutes to sit there heating through some more so Donovan started to grab the cheese and lettuce along with the guacamole that they had made before they went out to the beach along with the rest of the supplies and set them out onto the serving tray.

He grabbed the stoneware from the oven and double checked the tortillas which were perfect and peeling apart from the clump stack they had been before, and brought that out too. Next he brought out plates and napkins, then finished it off with the serving of the actual food.

"There's steak and chicken, so you can pick out what you want, or have both. It's hot so don't burn your mouth, and... you need another drink and I need something as well. Plus we're not going anywhere so I'll even have myself a fruity drink too."

"Yay for you having the fruity drink! How am I supposed to get you drunk and take advantage of you if you don't drink?" Lucy teased.

She took a deep breath as he arranged the food. "It smells absolutly yummy. I like the being cooked for thing. It doesn't happen often unless I'm home and Mom is doing the cooking."

She started to pile her plate up with things, layering everything in the tortilla. "You know I'm going to make a mess of this," she warned him. "it will not be my finest hour but that's okay."

Heading back into the kitchen Donovan laughed, "I have a stack of napkins just waiting for you to spill something, I'm prepared." Waiving them at her for a moment he folded the stack in half and shoved them in the back pocket of his jeans.

Once more he grabbed all the things he needed to mix the margaritas and picked out two clean glasses to salt the rims of and when he was done mixing he poured the two and headed to join Lucy on the couch. Setting his margarita down on his table he produced the stack of napkins and then handed her the new drink before setting down himself.

"So spillage report?"

"Thank you. Thus far, just a little margarita on the rug," Lucy quipped. "However, you should know that my speciality is spilling on you while leaving my outfit just as cute as it was before you became drenched," she teased.

She licked some of the salt off the rim of the glass before taking a sip. "This all looks really good, Donovan. Thank you," she said seriously. She started making a plate, piling things into a tortilla as she went.

"You're welcome, I promised food and food you shall get. Besides," he continued as he took a swallow of his margarita cause well guys don't sip, "After all the fun I've had this week I owed you something for all the hospitality."

Setting his glass back down he took a bit of his own fajita and chewed for a moment before swallowing and starting up the conversation again, "You know joking aside, you should really try to come visit me. I mean LA isn't all fake boobs and fake... well fakeness. We could at least make a weekend of it. Try to plan it around a premiere at Grauman's."

"I've totally had a blast," Lucy insisted. "You paid your way for hospitality that way," she assured him.

She took another swig of her margarita, licking at the rim of the glass. "That'd be really awesome sauce if you didn't mind me crashing. Somehow, I think they'd be less horrified by the sex in the dressing room skit though," she teased him.

"You think so? I don't know... we could step it up for those LA standards if they're that high," he teased lightly before taking another swallow of his drink after a bite of food.

Shifting on the couch a bit Donovan settled in, "So other than watching you get drunk again while we eat it's rounding up the week I'm spending here anything else I need to cross off my 'Visit Lucy' list?"

"Well that makes me sound very alcoholic," Lucy said with a pout and wrinkle of her nose.

She tilted her head, considering Donovan's question for a moment. "Uhm...you've seen me be a huge klutz, we've gone out, eaten dinner, walked on the beach, bought you clothes, watched informcials and I've woken you up in the middle of the night because I was bored...I think we're good on the list. Unless we decide to add things to it."

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