Francesca clasped her hands together peering into Quincy’s cooler, “please tell me you’ve got peach bellinis…” she asked almost wistfully. Salt hung thick in the air, the slight breeze appreciated as it drifted across the waves and up the shore.
It was hard not to find some great sense of peace or happiness by the water and with a drink in hand Francesca found herself suddenly more than content in her beach chair than she had been in months. She needed this and her new found friend seemed to be in the same boat as she was.
The two sat for a moment watching… people watching. It was one of her favorite pastimes. Seeing a set of rather attractive looking men wandering down the sand Francesca found her eyes lingering after and as she turned her head to watch them go she found Quincy doing the same, “I’ll take the one in blue?” she questioned raising her glass in a cheers fashion. “Thank you again for this,” she added taking another sip of the fruity concoction.
“And she already knows my style.” Quincy chuckled pulling the large thermos from the cooler that she’d dragged through the sand. In an instant she had them both a glass full of booze and their eyes set on the horizon where the sea met the sky. It wasn’t so bad out this way, she realized taking a sip of the peach concoction she’d whipped up only a little while ago.
The scenery here was far better than what she found at home and that included the opposite sex. Just as Quincy was about to announce the lookers at two o’clock, Frankie beat her to the punch. ” I was just about to say the tall dark and handsome one in the red!” She giggled, tilting her sunglasses down her nose slightly.
(Source: quincy-pierce)
If the shifts aren’t going to be the death of me, I might just do it myself….
.. so damn tired!
*side eye*
how are are you anyway, kid?
Good… and you?
*raises a brow*
Sorry… sometimes I stutter..
How old are you anyway, kid?
*chuckles* 16, 17 soon
And you?
*shakes head*
24.
I can’t believe I’m gonna go hang out with a damn 16 year old.
*sighs*
Fiiiiiiiine, but at the first sign of you puking, I’m leaving you to fend for yourself, understood?
(Source: quincy-pierce)
Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Ryan.
I’m Quincy…
*side eye*
how are are you anyway, kid?
Good… and you?
*raises a brow*
Sorry… sometimes I stutter..
How old are you anyway, kid?
(Source: quincy-pierce)
Ryan—— I have no IDEA what I meant by that… I must have had my eyes closed and been half asleep when I wrote it.
FUCKLULZ
Think again ma’am
*sits up in lounge chair*
*slides sunglasses to the bridge of her nose*
And who may you be?
I may be a person
*chuckles*
Ryan, Ryan Schultz, you?
Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Ryan.
I’m Quincy…
*side eye*
how are are you anyway, kid?
Think again ma’am
*sits up in lounge chair*
*slides sunglasses to the bridge of her nose*
And who may you be?
I may be a person
*chuckles*
Ryan, Ryan Schultz, you?
Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Ryan.
I’m Quincy Pierce.
*sticks out hand for a handshake*
*shakes her hand*
The feeling’s mutual
So Ryan, since everyone else has disappeared off the face of the planet… you know of anything fun to do around here?
