[ Jean is still walking around this beach, thinking this is a dream of some kind. Some fancy casino, all these people walking around with cards assigned them? The ... seagulls and fish people?
Though, maybe Jean has experienced enough strange things that this really shouldn't be all that different from the norm. Shouldn't be, yet it feels unreal to her. She feels weirdly untethered and out of place here.
The bathing suit (a two piece) fits her just fine - a decent shade of green, thankfully - and things seem to be calming down as the sun goes down. She doesn't trust any of the alcoholic drinks, but the water and juice at least goes down easy. And while she's had people try to flirt with her, Jean just smiles politely and keeps walking up and down the beach, trying to find some kind of familiar face.
She already has a boyfriend back home.
At least, she thought he was back home.
Finally, after multiple trips up and down the shore, she finds that familiar face. She just didn't expect it to be him. She barely hears his words - the fireworks and her own heart are too loud in her ears. ]
... Scott?
[ Jean hopes she said it loud enough. Not shouting or yelling but waiting for a break between blasts. She needs to know it's actually him and not a trick of her eyes. ]
across the night sky ✨
Though, maybe Jean has experienced enough strange things that this really shouldn't be all that different from the norm. Shouldn't be, yet it feels unreal to her. She feels weirdly untethered and out of place here.
The bathing suit (a two piece) fits her just fine - a decent shade of green, thankfully - and things seem to be calming down as the sun goes down. She doesn't trust any of the alcoholic drinks, but the water and juice at least goes down easy. And while she's had people try to flirt with her, Jean just smiles politely and keeps walking up and down the beach, trying to find some kind of familiar face.
She already has a boyfriend back home.
At least, she thought he was back home.
Finally, after multiple trips up and down the shore, she finds that familiar face. She just didn't expect it to be him. She barely hears his words - the fireworks and her own heart are too loud in her ears. ]
... Scott?
[ Jean hopes she said it loud enough. Not shouting or yelling but waiting for a break between blasts. She needs to know it's actually him and not a trick of her eyes. ]