[No, dear Ali. There was nothing misspoken. Just the hubris of a man ready to pen his own stories for dramatical effect until otherwise corrected.
He is spinning his own fun - a tactic to help ease any of the potential awkwardness that could arise from asking a man he barely knew to strip before him. Besides, if the man was a politician - it just meant that Baptiste had a new Fun Thing to rib the guy about. And boy did Baptiste revel in the idea of having a way to dig into someone with a bit of power under their belt.]
[Once the two have arrived at the little, shaded oasis of the beach - the crackle of the radio in the cabana welcomes them with a much louder rendition of the upbeat music that seems to fill the air on this beach. Paired with the sound of the waves - it really was just a little piece of reprieve.
Baptiste closes his eyes to take in the situation. To paint the scene.]
[His tranquility lasts for a few, passing moments before he claps his hands together. He turns to Ali before motioning towards one of the reclined loungers.]
Picture it. You've just come in from the hot sun! You need your suntan lotion reapplied. You lay on this oh-so-comfy piece of furniture - naked of course - and are looking back. Inviting someone to rub in some of that lotion for you....
[That lotion. Baptiste, of course, is referring to the sun tan lotion that he's in the process of pilfering. He has no idea whose cabana this is - but surely they would be sympathetic to the creation of art!]
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He is spinning his own fun - a tactic to help ease any of the potential awkwardness that could arise from asking a man he barely knew to strip before him. Besides, if the man was a politician - it just meant that Baptiste had a new Fun Thing to rib the guy about. And boy did Baptiste revel in the idea of having a way to dig into someone with a bit of power under their belt.]
[Once the two have arrived at the little, shaded oasis of the beach - the crackle of the radio in the cabana welcomes them with a much louder rendition of the upbeat music that seems to fill the air on this beach. Paired with the sound of the waves - it really was just a little piece of reprieve.
Baptiste closes his eyes to take in the situation. To paint the scene.]
[His tranquility lasts for a few, passing moments before he claps his hands together. He turns to Ali before motioning towards one of the reclined loungers.]
Picture it. You've just come in from the hot sun! You need your suntan lotion reapplied. You lay on this oh-so-comfy piece of furniture - naked of course - and are looking back. Inviting someone to rub in some of that lotion for you....
[That lotion. Baptiste, of course, is referring to the sun tan lotion that he's in the process of pilfering. He has no idea whose cabana this is - but surely they would be sympathetic to the creation of art!]