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needsaparrot) wrote2008-06-13 10:46 am
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Bali H'ai, Friday Night: a beachside restaurant, then places more secluded
It's Friday, which means no work and there's that trip up the mountain tonight. It's also Xander's anniversary, which means as cool as the volcano might be -- you'd hope -- the rest of Fandom can enjoy trekking up it in this decidedly not-cool weather without them.
"That was good," Xander says as the door closes behind them and they scuff out into the sand. "Different, but good."
[OOC: For the B-word-person, early posty for late worky, then SP for great... late worky.]
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He takes the bag in one hand, his other hand letting go of Xander's so he can actually pull open the drawstring. And pull out the ring attached to a chain that the bag contains.
The ring that looks awfully familiar. He frowns a bit, trying to place where he'd seen it (http://soldtoarmenians.livejournal.com/60825.html)- or one like it, anyway- before.
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Oh.
"Is this- is your thing the thing that I think it is?" Bridge asks.
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"Really. Really--" And here he thought his talking problems would stop once he got the proposal out. "--Good."
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And then he's looking back up at Xander, kind of unsure about what he should *say* but grinning the kind of grin that's high enough in wattage it could possibly provide enough electricity for all of Fandom for a year. Maybe two.
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"Really really good because now your anniversary present is an anniversary present instead of an uncomfortable and kind of awkward reminder that I'm an idiot every time I sit down for the next week or so."
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Without waiting for an answer to that, Xander turns around, so he's looking out at the ocean and the distant lights of Fandom, then unbuttons his jeans.
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