Fun in the sun [Claire/Cheyenne/Open] (August)

[CLAIRE MCLEESTER]

The sun was already high in the sky over Megsy Isle as the little blue Toyota Corolla finally found an open parking spot in the big dirt lot that was a poor excuse as a parking area for people who wanted to go to the beach. The parking wasn't as nice as it was on some of the other beaches, and the walk to the actual beach took a good five to ten minutes but Megsy Isle was beautiful and it was definitely a favorite to the locals of Scriptor Bay.

"Are you going to help me carry to cooler this time? We don't want an incident like last time." Claire McLeester said, putting the car in park and killing the engine and opening the driver's side door at the same time. She was looking and talking to her sister who was in the passenger seat, giving her a very stern look. "There were drinks everywhere because I snagged my foot on a rock. Do you remember?!" She was pretty positive her sister couldn't forget.

The redheaded girl got out of the car and had to straighten out her clothes which had gotten a little scrunched up on the drive there. She had on a pair of white shorts that seemed to be a little see through, which was why she only wore them when she was going to the beach and had her bathing suit on under them because the green outline might have been faint but in the direct sunlight you could clearly see the green bottoms of her bathing suit. Her top was a sunshine yellow tank top, the green straps that tied around her neck from her bikini top obviously showing. It was obviously a beach outfit. Her yellow flip flops and her 'bug eyed' sunglasses finished off the outfit.

Claire grabbed the little button contraption on her key ring and hit the trunk button that made the trunk to her Toyota pop open automatically and she walked towards the back of the vehicle, lifting the hood up to reveal all of the beach goodies that were inside. A red cooler with two handles on both side filled with a large assortment of drinks and some snacks, a beach bag filled with suntan lotions, sunscreens, towels and a couple of paperback books to read. There was also a large beach umbrella in case it got too hot they would have some decent shade to sit under. That was all that Claire brought and she started to grab at the bag and the big umbrella which also had a handle and she slung it over her shoulder and waited for her sister. Hopefully she'd help with the cooler this time. Claire didn't want to look like an idiot again.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Chey was relaxing in the passenger side of the Toyota, her bare feet dangling out the window as she sat in her pink and white striped bikini, white mini skirt and over sized sunglasses. She loved her little sister, and would of course help, but wouldn't do so willingly if only to mess with the girl. She certainly had no problem pulling her own weight, but sometimes it was just more fun and easier to let Claire do everything because, well, she would.

"Please, like I could forget. I spent the whole day sober because of you." She taunted with an eye roll and a grin, almost daring her to fight back. She pulled her feet in and got out of the car, stretching her arms high over her head and stretching, checking out the other people that had come to play before going around to help Claire with the stupid cooler.

She looked at the bag of books and picked one up, flipping through the pages but not really showing any interest in reading. "Why would you bother reading? Just nap and talk to me. You never talk to me." The slightly older girl whined, now intentionally trying to get on her kid sisters nerves. "And why the hell do you always bring this stupid umbrella? I swear it's like you're trying to stay pasty. Pasty isn't sexy, Claire. Tan is sexy." She pointed to her lightly golden skin, "Sexy.." She said slowly as if trying to show the girl the difference before pointing directly at the redhead, "Not sexy. You can at least try to make yourself more appealing. You're so pretty, quit squandering it by hiding under an umbrella that's going to keep you all pasty." She grabbed the side of the cooler and helped hoist it out. "When was the last time you even got laid? Wait, you've had sex before, right?" She questioned seriously before shaking her head. "Of course you have. With that guy, right? The ugly one...from high school... God, what was his name!?"

[CLAIRE MCLEESTER]

Claire scoffed quietly and rolled her eyes at her sister's comments about her being pasty. "Fine then! If you want me to get skin cancer then--" There was a bit of rustling and fumbling as Claire tried to get the strap of the umbrella bag off her shoulder, knocking it into her right shin and then bumping it against the hood of her trunk. "Ow! Ow..." She groaned and stuffed the umbrella back into the trunk and slammed it shut, lifting her leg so she could rub the spot where it hit her. "..that really hurt." She muttered.

"And leave my books alone. You'll be off flirting with every guy with rock hard abs and a chiseled jawline before we even put our towels down." Claire told her sister, knowing that Cheyenne loved to flirt with men. She was so much like their mother and Claire couldn't help but wonder who she was like. Was it her father? The man she had never known? She already knew she'd never find out and she was mostly okay with that. At least nobody could tell her that she was just like someone else.

"Oof!" She lifted the cooler up and noticed it was much heavier than last time. Good thing Cheyenne wasn't going to leave her to do it alone this time. What did her sister put in there, a fold up keg?! "This thing weighs a ton!"

As the girls walked along the pathway towards the beach, the light breeze felt nice. It wasn't too hot out but you could still feel the sun hitting your skin. These were the days that Claire liked, because when it was so hot that you sweat the moment you got out of the car then it wasn't fun anymore. "Are you going to swim this time or just burn yourself to a sexy crisp?" She teased and even gave her sister a little smile at the thought. Cheyenne didn't burn the way Claire did and Claire already knew without that umbrella she was going to look like the female version of Elmo by the time they left.

"Where should we set up this time? They've got volleyball over there." She nodded towards their left, a little ways down there was a group of young adults playing volleyball. A little further down from there jet skis were set up to rent out but Claire figured they would be expensive for just an hour. "Ooor to our right we have..." She let out a fake surprised gasp, her mouth wide in awe. "Oh joy!" She said in her enthusiastic, false joy. "Wet T-shirt contests and our men of service topless! Now which way should we go, dear sister?!" She gave Cheyenne a narrow-eyed look, already knowing where Cheyenne would want to go. "Come on." She said and started to tug the cooler towards the topless men.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

The girl rolled her eyes as her little sister grumbled and groaned about hitting herself. Poor little klutz! She tried to hide her grin of amusement, pretending she hadn't seen or heard. Claire was fine. She topped babying her when she was a baby! "You know, there's no rule stating you can't come and flirt with the boys. You're cute enough to, even with the pasty skin." She smirked this time and stuck her tongue out a little.

She actually laughed as her sister played with her, lugging the heavy cooler along. That thing WAS heavy. Maybe they could get a cute boy to help them carry it to their final resting spot. "Depends on who asks me to go in the water." She said lightly. "And who's in the water. If some hot guys are playing around in the surf, I just might feel like getting my toes wet." She knew she was acting a little slutty, but really she had every intention to hang around her sister. It was fun to mess with her, and she was doing her best to try to get Claire to break out of her shell a little bit. It was high time the little nerd did something with herself!

"Like you really need to ask which way to go." Maybe she would join that wet t-shirt contest. Maybe...she should get Claire to join. "You know, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea for you to enter that wet t-shirt contest." Her voice was serious, and it was clear she meant what she was saying as if this were some huge opportunity that Claire would be an idiot to pass up. "Seriously, you stand a shot. Even though your boobs could be a little bigger.." She noted and then looked down at her own chest. "I didn't even bring a shirt." Chey let out a soft sigh as if this were somehow disappointing to her, but she didn't really care all that much. In fact she was much more interested in those topless men of service. Nothing better than those army boys showing off what they worked hard to get!

"And don't think I didn't catch you ignoring my question about your virginity." She pointed out as she dropped her half of the cooler in the spot she decided was good enough, wanting to halt Claire. Cheyenne slipped her hands on her hip and gave her sister a stern look. "Alright, here's what's happening today. YOU are going to get your ass tan. Don't worry, I'll slather on sunscreen so that you don't end up looking like a lobster. I don't need you peeling. Gross." She rolled her eyes and reached for Claire's bag so she could pull out the towels. "Next, we are going to find some hot guy to crawl all over you, because frankly? You need it. Not only do you need it, but you deserve it. You never talk about guys!" She unfolded the towel and draped it on the ground before a thought suddenly struck. "O. M. G., are you a lesbian!?"

[CLAIRE MCLEESTER]

"I'm sure glad that my own sister thinks I'm fit enough to flirt with men." Claire rolled her eyes and dusted her hands off even though there was nothing on them but they felt clammy from carrying the cooler. Her eyes moved up to look towards the sky, shielding her eyes from the direct sunlight which was scorching hot! She was going to be lobster red by the time they left no matter how much sunscreen her sister rubbed on her.

"Oh, you want me to enter a wet t-shirt contest?" Claire asked Cheyenne and then pursed her lips and nodded her head. "Sure, why not? While I'm at it I might as well just sign up to be on Girls Gone Wild, huh? What do you say, we could do it together! Real sister bonding!" She said with her fake, sarcastic enthusiasm and then smirked at the thought of the entire thing, laughing on the inside at her own rantings. Her sister's brilliant ideas.

"And I am NOT ignoring your question about my vir- lesbian? Really, Cheyenne?" She moved the sunglasses away from her eyes and tilted her head to the side, squinting with her hands on her hips and watching her sister. "Yea- no I am not a lesbian. When have you ever even seen me hanging with girls?" She figured it had to do with the fact that they were Therians, but Claire did not have any female friends. She figured it was the feline side of her that made this difficult. She wasn't sure, though.

"You know what? I think I'm going to buy a cat." Claire said matter of factly but really all she was trying to do is change the subject. She didn't want to talk about flirting and liking girls and virginity. "A black cat! To remind me of mom." She glanced at Cheyenne out of the corner of her eye, placing her towel down on the sand and then sitting down on it and kicking off her flip flops.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Deep down she thought them doing Girls Gone Wild together actually sounded like fun, but she knew her little sister was mocking her and she put up her hah hah, you're so funny sarcastic face and even scoffed a little laugh. "Maybe we should." She shot back, "Except you would probably embarrass yourself." She stuck her tongue out as her grin turned more deviant, enjoying turning the tables just a little. Claire thought she was a slut, and true, she sort of was, but there was more to Cheyenne than that, and Claire knew it.

"And YES really!" She pushed her thumbs into the waistband of the little skirt and pushed it down over her hips, kicking it off before sitting down on the towel and putting the skirt in the bag. "Look, I can care less who you see, as long as you go out and see someone on occasion. Jeez, you're such a little homebody. I mean, when was the last time you did anything other than hang in that apartment of yours all night, or that dumb old museum? And no, today doesn't count." She challenged, wondering what the hell Claire even did in her free time these days, if anything at all. "I've never seen you hang out with anyone."

Cheyenne sighed, pulling out the tanning lotion and then a wine cooler which she had ripped the label off of. Open containers were frowned upon, not as if that stopped anyone. they simply pulled the labels off and then it could just as easily be a snapple for all anyone knew! In a glass bottle that remarkably resembled that of a wine cooler. She shot Claire a glare when she mentioned getting a black cat though. "Get a black cat and don't expect it to live past the next full moon." She warned softly. There was no secret Cheyenne disliked their mother and Claire knew it. The girl had butted heads with her 'guardian' since as long as she could remember. There were very few times Cheyenne could recall really appreciating the woman. The night she changed for the first time was probably the most memorable. There were very few other moments the young woman could recall, though. "I'll eat it." She taunted with a sly little grin taking a deep sip from her drink before pushing it into the sand so she could start slathering on the tanning lotion. "Can you do my back? Or should I ask one of those studs without a shirt on to do it?" She asked, checking the guys out, her already pale eyes seeming more pale in the light. "Or maybe I could let some geeky guy get a thrill..."

[CLAIRE MCLEESTER]

It wasn't in Claire's nature to be mean but sometimes her sister drove her over that ledge. However, she was planning on just ignoring the jab and shook her head a bit before getting ready to lay down on her stomach, still fully clothed when she realized that she hadn't lathered on the sunscreen yet!

"I do plenty of things. Like ssss..." She started to say something but wasn't exactly sure what she was trying to say, her lips seemed frozen saying 'ssss' trying to think of something, her head nodding up and down before she got it. "sshopping! I do a lot of shopping and YOU know that. Have you seen my credit card bills? They'd make the tyrant of a third world country blush." Claire said and then realized now that she was thinking about the incredible amount of debt she was in, she was probably going to end up worrying about it for the remainder of the day.

"I do a lot of shopping. And decorating. I've moved my couch from the west wall to the north wall. Again." She didn't know why she was defending herself, because the truth of the matter was she really liked having her privacy. Staying in her apartment curled up with a good book or even staying late at the museum some nights. It was the life that she preferred, though when it came close to the full moon she did end up getting a little.. wild. She just chose to stay home instead of acting wild in public.

She squeezed some of the sunscreen into her palm and then rubbed both her palms together and waved them carefully at Cheyenne. "Come here." She told her sister and scooted to the edge of her towel so she could reach her sister. The thought of some sleazeball rubbing his grubby hands all over her made her a little temperamental. Sure, Cheyenne could take care of herself but it didn't mean Claire liked it when she was with random guys all the time. She just wanted to look out for Cheyenne and worried about her sometimes. But she knew that even though her sister was more on the 'easy' side, Cheyenne was still smart enough to know how to take care of herself.

"You're not eating my nonexistent cat." She interjected to show that she was in fact listening, rubbing the sunscreen over her sister's shoulder blades and down her back. She'd always been mildly jealous of Cheyenne's tanned skin. She definitely got the better genes when it came to that. Claire had always been on the pasty side. There was no denying it, but it did suck.

When she was done she decided maybe she should strip down to just her bathing suit also and lather on the white blob of sun repellant so she wouldn't fry. She took off her top and then her white shorts to reveal the green bikini, knowing that it probably made her look very Irish with all the green and then her red hair. She didn't care though, she loved that bathing suit. It seemed to go well with her skin tone. Much better than the yellow one she had wanted. Uhck it clashed with her skin so much she looked as if she was the sun itself. She started to spread the lotion over her arms and her legs and then moved her hair over one shoulder and turned her back to her sister. "Do you mind before you run off and flirt?"

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

"If you're nonexistent cat is black, consider it a snack." She grumbled back softly. She would never eat her sisters pet cat, existent or not, but Claire had started that little fight by even mentioning she would consider getting the little beast. Why a therian would want a pet anyway was beside her. They had their own inner beasts to deal with let alone that of another. But she supposed it would be nice to have another animal to curl up with. If she could have a pet lion, well she just might. Or maybe she wouldn't. That might actually be really weird.

Chey pulled her knees up to her chest and hunched her back, resting her head on her knees and pushing her hair over her shoulder so that Claire could have good access to her back. "Speaking of shopping, I could use new shoes. Oh! Can I borrow those yellow stiletto's you have? I got this dress a couple of weeks ago and those would look best with it. I want to wear them to the Jack Kit next weekend. they're having some special end of summer bash there, sort of celebrating just the adults in town since the clubs going to be swarming with college kids soon. Not that I mind too many college kids. The boys are always cute and easy." She laughed knowing it would drive Claire nuts to hear about her sexual conquests. It was mostly in jest; she wasn't that big a fan of the college kids. They were cute, and they were easy, but they also got off way too quickly.

The girl watched as her sister took her clothes off, stripping down to her bathing suit. "God, you're so white." She teased and reached for the bottle of sunblock with a playful little smile on her face. "C'mere." She waved for Claire to come sit back with her so she could rub her down. "So how is that boring little job of yours, anyway?" She asked, her tone different now. Her words were sincere though teasing at the same time. It was obvious Cheyenne genuinely wanted to know about her sisters life. "And since you don't do anything but shop and work..." She poked Claire's side and let a small chuckle come out as she continued to rub her down. "Oh, and rearrange the furniture in your apartment. Hm. Maybe I should rearrange the furniture in my place.."

[CLAIRE MCLEESTER]

"My yellow ones?" Claire wanted to be sure she heard her sister right. Of ALL the shoes in her closet, her yellow ones! She thought about it trying to figure out if she could actually part with them and if she did let Cheyenne borrow them, if they'd come back in the same condition she gave them or if they'd be trash after. Sure, Cheyenne was always welcome to borrow Claire's things and she took good care of them most of the time, but her yellow stilettos?! "Yeah I guess." Her words came off as if she didn't mind at all even though inside she was raging with herself, wondering why she said yes! Her favorite pair!

The female turned so her back was to her sister so that she could help her with the sunscreen. "Don't forget right here!" She reached her hand over her shoulder and poked a spot on her back. "And here!" She pointed to another spot and then her shoulders. "And you have to rub it in evenly here or else I'll be all splotchy." She shuddered at the thought of it. If she was splotchy she could kiss tank tops goodbye until she went back to pale again.

"..and my nonexistent cat is totally black." She added in a quiet voice, figuring Cheyenne probably wouldn't hear what she said. Claire stretched her back out by arching it forward, her forehead able to rest on her knees while her arms wrapped around her thighs so she would stay in place. She didn't have to hold on, though. She was plenty flexible because of the feline blood that ran through her. Being a Therianthrope had its benefits, like the flexibility and agility that she got closer towards the full moon. Claire was clumsy and awkward, but no matter how much she stumbled and tripped around she never actually fell. She always managed to catch herself and in a way that seemed almost graceful.

"We have a new collection at the museum. You could stop by for lunch one day and check it out. If you want. Don't feel obligated because I'm your sister or anything." Claire rolled her eyes, staring at her legs and realizing they were really really white!

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Not for a second did Chey pick up on her sisters hesitation at agreeing to let her borrow those sexy shoes. She usually gave Claire her things back in the condition she borrowed them in, with a few exceptions. There had been the blue sweater incident, but Cheyenne had at least tried to replace it! Then there was the time she destroyed the Italian black boots, and the lace dress... but the lace dress didn't really look nice on Claire anyway, so in a way Cheyenne had done her a favor in destroying it. The boots, though... that had been a real tragedy. She didn't bother bringing it up, not wanting to be reminded of the several hundred dollars she owed her sister for that one.

"Oh, will you calm down?" She hissed as she rubbed each spot Clair pointed out. "Would I let you burn and get all splotchy? Please. I'm attempting to get you a man here." She reminded, her eyes moving up to the men on the beach that day. Her pale eyes began to follow a few as they walked, listening only partially to what Claire was babbling on about. Something about a new collection at the museum or something."

"Mhm.." She said, her focus only half on the words coming from he sisters mouth. That one's cute.. she thought, eyeing a male walking alone. "Lunch. Museum. Got it, I can do that..." She licked her lips and got up. "Don't move, you're not done yet and if you move from that spot you will turn into a human lobster and no one will ever love you." She chastised sternly. She dropped the bottle and moved to the guy walking down the beach on his own.

"Hi. Excuse me?" She said to him, bowing her head a little to try and catch his attention, looking into his eyes. "I wasn't sure if you were busy or not, but my sister has this burning problem and I need to keep her safe. The best way to keep her from burning is to rub the sunscreen in really hard. You look like a pretty strong guy. Think maybe you might be able to help a couple ladies out?" She offered a sweet smile, trying to act cute and innocent. "Please?"

[GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT]

Megsy Isle was like a home away from home for Griffin. How many days had he spent there since he was a boy? How many nights had he flown low over the water, his wings stretching out to either side, his fingers reaching out just far enough to graze the waters surface, causing lines of ripples to flow out behind him like a serene trail. Had it not been day, and had there not been hundreds if civilians running about, Griffin would have torn his shirt and harness off and made his way out to see that very moment. His eyes moved longingly to the crisp ocean water, the waves crashing gently. He could tell the tide was low by the amount of shells on the surf. The sound of children's laughter rang through the air like church bells on a Sunday morning and the gulls overhead cried like newborn children, starving for their mothers milk.

Two children ran in front of him, breaking his concentration and he had to stop and smile at them. He was overdressed for such a beautiful day. In one hand he held this sandals so he could walk barefoot in the sand, the other hand was slipped deep into the pocket of his thin khaki pants. He wore a thin, long sleeved white dress shirt, but on top of that was a sturdy, heavy cotton slate colored jacket. He loved this jacket. It his his wings so well, giving him a classy look. The jacket also seemed to easily match every season. It was light enough in color to go with the gentle tones summer brought, but bleak enough that it easily fit into the warm, and sometimes dreary clothing choices that came with fall and winter. It was a good purchase indeed.

The man looked down at the sand, the surf washing up and hitting his feet. He grinned and wiggled his toes a little, the wet sand sliding between them, his feet sinking just a little. He couldn't help but grin and when the water washed away he gently plucked his feet from the sand and let out a soft chuckle. How he loved the feeling of cold, wet sand under his feet!

The voice of a woman startled him into realizing he wasn't alone there. He looked up at the girl, studying the gentle features of her face. She was a beautiful creature and he gave her a soft, kind look. His brows arched at the question; rub sunscreen into her sister? That seemed like an odd request. "I... suppose I could." He'd never been asked a question like that before and turned his head to eye the sister in question.

Griffin's brows both rose higher on his face and he grinned broadly. "Claire?" He asked, recognizing the redhead from the museum immediately.

[CLAIRE MCLEESTER]

Claire could tell that Cheyenne wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying because of the way her responses were. She only replied shortly without any kind of sarcastic remarks when she was bored and didn't care what Claire was saying. "Cheyenne are you even listening to--"

"Don't move, you're not done yet and if you move from that spot you will turn into a human lobster and no one will ever love you."

"--Cheyenne?!" Claire could tell her sister moved since she stopped rubbing the sunscreen into her back and she sighed. She kept looking down at her legs and at the towel she was sitting on but realized that she didn't hear her sister making any noise and put her hands down by her sides and lifted her head, whipping it around to look over towards Cheyenne's towel and noticing she was gone. She groaned and rolled her eyes and was about to look around for her when she saw her come back. Only problem was, the sun was behind Cheyenne and Claire's sunglasses were no longer on so she had to squint to make out her sister's face. Of course Cheyenne wasn't alone! She had to go find herself a boy to flirt with and she had the gall to bring him back to --

"Griffin?!" Claire's eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she recognized the familiar stranger. He'd been nice enough to help her at the museum the day she was setting up the new display. The redheaded girl shot up to her feet and grabbed her clothes and covered herself up by putting them in front of her as if she needed to be concealed. Then, as if she knew what she was doing, she dropped them back down on top of her beach bag and stood there stiffly. Her fingers curled and uncurled as she tried to figure out what to do with her hands and finally resorted to crossing her arms. At least that way she felt a little better in her awkward little.. whatever that was she just did.

"I-I mean.. hey." She shrugged a little, trying to smile easily. "What- what are you doing here...?" Really, Claire? That's what you decided to ask?! "That's not what I meant! What I meant was what are you doing here... with.. my sister!" Put a mark on the board for that save! She gave herself a mental high five and the smug look that came on her face was clear that she knew she was quick to think. "I didn't know you two knew each other."

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

When the man said her sisters name Cheyenne's jaw dropped a little. He...knew her? Claire knew this guy, this half decent looking man, and hadn't jumped all over him?! What the hell was WRONG with her SISTER?! He was completely dateable. Fuckable at the least. She'd do him in a second, though he was a little over dressed for such a nice, hot day. Some people liked to over dress at the beach though, which she never got. Sure, it was windier from the ocean, but come on! Strip a little! Show some skin! This guy obviously had problems with showing a little skin, something she wanted to remedy, like, immediately.

"Wait, wait, wait..." She said holding her hand up and looking between the stud and her sister. "You two know each other?" She asked, standing next to Griffin and raising her brows at her sister, mouthing the words He's hot! to her and nudging her head gently in his direction.

She realized quickly that Claire thought that she must know him. "I've never met him before. I just wanted a nice, strong, kind man to help you with your little sunscreen issue. I mean, I know I can't slather that stuff on as good as some guy could." She turned to griffin, showing him her hands and shrugging. "Dainty hands, you understand." She turned back to Claire who was easily making a fool of herself and moved to her side, taking her hand and squeezing it to keep her from fidgeting too much.

"Sooo...how do you guys know each other?" She asked in a bubbly voice looking between them, her smile bright.

[GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT]

Griffin watched Claire put the clothes over her body and gave her a curious look, unsure why she felt the need to cover up. It was a beach, most everyone was half naked except for him. It was expected. He licked his lips though, sensing her discomfort, and looked away until she seemed to be talking to him again, and then he looked only at her face, afraid to let his eyes wander any lower. He didn't care too much about her body, though he would have liked to look, but respected the young lady far too much to do something which made her feel uncomfortable in his presence.

He gulped as he looked between the girls as they each took turns talking to him. Claire's sister seemed nothing like her, it was odd. They looked a little different, too. He saw the resemblance, but had he seen them walking down the street he probably wouldn't have assumed they were related.

"I, uhm.." He licked his lips, turning back to the girl from the museum. "Well, I was just walking, enjoying the beautiful afternoon. I'm a big fan of Megsy Isle." He explained, smiling gently to both girls and then back to Claire. "What she says is true, this is the first time we've met." He cleared his throat, now feeling a little uncomfortable himself.

The Avisaille smiled at the women and then turned his attention to Cheyenne. "Yous sister was kind enough to allow me to see the new exhibit at the museum, and even went out of her way to bring me a job application." He looked back to Claire, a grateful look on his face. "I was actually planning on bringing it back to the museum tomorrow morning. I spent a great deal of time filling it out. I wanted everything to be perfect." He explained, wanting her to know how much he wanted this position with her at the museum. "Do you know if Bpb will be around in the morning?"

[CLAIRE MCLEESTER]

Claire gave her sister a very stern look, her eyes narrowed at her to show she disapproved of this! She couldn't believe Cheyenne would do this! As if it wasn't embarrassing enough that Cheyenne went and grabbed some guy that she thought was random, it had to be someone that Claire had just met! And sure, she was in her bathing suit at the beach but normally she didn't like to hang around with people she just met while she was half naked. She would have preferred to be clothed from head to toe instead, but there was nothing she could do now. And her sister mouthing things where Griffin couldn't see made her even more heated at the whole situation.

The dainty hands comment was definitely over the top. Although, so was the whole 'sunscreen issue' but she figured it was now in the past. At least until Griffin left. Then she'd bring it up and go ballistic on her sister like she usually did when Cheyenne embarrassed her. And she wondered why Claire chose to stay inside instead of going out partying with her! Sure, she might get a little wild after a few drinks were in her, but that wasn't often! But she knew that her sister LOVED seeing her like that so she did it every now and then.

"Yeah what he said." Claire nodded to show she was collaborating with Griffin's story about the museum. "He helped me one day. I told you about those mover guys the museum hires from that private company because they're suppose to be super careful?" She rolled her eyes at the thought, her arms still crossed over her stomach making her feel like she was in her own little safety bubble. Because everyone needed a safety bubble and dangit this one was HERS! "Well they broke a bunch of displays. Griffin helped me clean them up." Her eyes moved over towards Griffin and she offered him a smile, seeming to calm down a little bit and be a little less fidgety.

"Megsy Isle's nice." She confirmed and nodded, her eyes couldn't stay on Griffin though due to a sudden case of nerves and she had to look away and down at the beach and the other people on it. "It's been a hot summer and we figured might as well have a nice day at the beach. Day off and all." Claire shrugged again and her arms slowly began to untangle, but her hands moved to her waist and her fingers tapped against her skin as if she was anxious.

"Bob? Bob.. Bob! Yeah Bob! Bob will be there tomorrow. I could uh.. I could call him later on to make sure he's there on time? I mean, sometimes he's a little late and blames it on his alarm clock but everyone knows it's just because he's really lazy." She rolled her eyes and her shoulders at the same time as if it was no big deal, jabbering away like the bundle of nerves that she was. "..yeah I should.. I should call him." She looked down at her feet, still nodding her head a little and curling her toes. Why did she get the wonderful gift of social anxiety? Why couldn't that have been Cheyenne?!

"You know.. you really don't have to rub sunscreen on me or anything. Cheyenne was just kidding about that. She's such a jokester! Haha.. you.. jokster.. you.." She balled up a loose fist and gave her sister what was suppose to be a playful punch in the arm but it was a little harder than that. She was going to make her sister go swimming with her in a little bit and she was going to 'forget' to let her up for air while dunking her.