Bonfire Mingle Post || OTA

[sanguinescry]

Around the time the sun is starting to set in the early to mid-evening on Saturday, 11/12 as promised, Lydia will (hopefully with the help of Allison and a couple of others) have set up a bonfire on the beach. She's brought several bags of marshmallows, boxes of graham crackers, bars of chocolate, and s'more skewers so that s'mores can totally be a thing. There's also plenty of blankets and towels spread around, because she wants to be sure everyone is comfortable. Jill has offered to bring the alcohol.

Lydia can be found making her way around, greeting and mingling with anyone who arrives and throughout the night. She'll be doing her best to appear approachable so that anyone who maybe hasn't ever been to a bonfire and has questions will feel comfortable approaching her to do that.

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[dorkify]

Gracie shows up to the bonfire wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie. Her hair is loose and blowing around her face. She's got her hands tucked into the pouch on her hoodie was she approaches Porthos, waving hello.

"Hey, how's it going?"

[epeiste]

"Mademoiselle Gracie!" Porthos bellows, having already had an inappropriate amount of wine and thus in very good spirits. He dips into a deep well-practiced bow as if she were Queen Anne as she approaches him and they were at Court in the palace.

"I am well. Very well." He says as he stands upright again. "I trust tonight finds you in good spirits? Spirits." He offers her the wine bottle he's drinking from. "Will you share a drink with me?"

[dorkify]

The way he bellows and bows makes Gracie laugh. She responds with a sloppy but well meant cursey. "Sir Porthos, it's very nice to see you again."

She nods at the good spirits comment. "Very. This is fun." She gestures to the party going on around them. As for a drink. "Of course," she says, reaching to take the bottle of wine from him and taking a swig of it from the bottle. She passes it back. "Is Aramis here or are you alone?"

[epeiste]

"And you as well, my lady." Her curtsy gets a dimpled grin from him if just because of the effort. Truth be told, he only knows how to properly bow because of lessons with Aramis, who took pity on him when he was apprenticed to the King's guard. If one is going to be in the palace or around the royal family, they must know how to properly bow and grovel and whatever else the king wants or needs to feel important.

"It's not unlike the fetes we would throw at the Garrison, minus the boar on a spit." Porthos likes it as well, for the darkness, the outdoors, the fire for light. Yes, it's very natural and comfortable.

The look he gives her is an impressed one when she drinks straight from the bottle. Then he glances back into the darkness of Itinere toward some indeterminate point where the Garrison would be and back to Gracie. "He is not yet here, but I have hopes for later. Why? Do you fancy him? Most women do." And this doesn't seem to bother him all that much. Aramis is quite easy on the eyes, as he should be for all his preening and primping.