Life's a beach [RP for stillacrime]

[whattingawhat]

RP Prompt: Everyone needs to get away sometime. Here is a chance for your muse to make their great escape. Where they go and with whom is all up to you.

Lately things had been a lot darker between Danny and her. Not bad just more needy, more desperate, more like the life she had to live instead of the life she wanted to live. Taking a vacation right now was out of the question. Danny couldn't get the time off but Buffy still thought they could use a vacation and she missed the beach. The California beach. Sure they had beaches in New York but they were different. And also they were full of people.

Since they couldn't go to California, Buffy had decided to bring California to them. Danny had the day off. Buffy sent Danny out for bags of ice while she put everything together on the roof. She didn't tell him what she was up to, just that she had a surprise and she needed ice. On the roof she had a sandbox full of sand, lawn chairs sitting so that they could put their feet in the sand. She also had a kiddie pool full of water, a cooler with bottles of water and beer just waiting for ice, sunscreen, and her ipod dock. She had her ipod set to play nothing but beach boys songs along with a few other California, sun and beach related songs by various artists. There was also a smores maker off to the side. They could use it to roast hot dogs as well. She considered a fire pit but she was pretty sure that was in violation of some kind of fire code or the other. She had a baseball and a couples of gloves so they could play catch later. She was wearing her bikini and she'd left Danny a note on top of a pair of swim trunks in the apartment.

Put these on and come up to the roof

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[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

He listened, hiding the uncomfortable of the topic pretty well. "Put water in it." He quipped.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

"Lake Sunnydale,' Buffy half smiled at Danny. He did a great job of hiding the whole uncomfortable side of the topic and while she hated that he had to hide it, she understood it. And she knew it still had to be at least a little uncomfortable for him. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. "One of these days we need to take a trip to Staten Island and you can show me where you went to high school and where you played baseball, places you hung out growing up and things like that."