Open Swimming... Kinda

[Vertigo Greene]

13th of Summer, 514 AV VERTIGO "Leonis, look at her!" Vertigo points to a woman, human, probably in her forties at the tide. She wears a black lace bikini made out of some material that doesn't leave much to the imagination. Her hair is grey, and the tips are black. Her... assets make the bikini bra bulge. "What's so good about her?" Vertigo's Isurian friend looks up from the way the sun glints off his grey arm. [color=#aae2e2]"Whaddaya mean? Man, look at her boobs!" Vertigo says in exasperation. Leonis was never interested in women that weren't Isur, especially humans. Vertigo lays back, shaking his head. "Man, you gotta get over Rose. It wouldn't have worked out, anyways. We gotta get you back in the dating pool..." Silence. 5 seconds, 7 seconds, 11 seconds. By the silence, Vertigo knows he's hit a soft spot. To avert attention, he stands up from the sandy towel and count out 4 SM. "You want a cola? Or... fried kelp?" Leonis looks at him and nods. Vertigo runs from their spot on the beach to a vendor on the sand. The vendor is human. "Err... two colas, and some fried kelp balls." The vendor hands him 2 glass bottles of brown carbonated drink, and scoops some fried kelp balls onto a paper bowl. Vertigo takes the bowl. "4 silver Mizas." In another time and space, the vendor's accent would be considered Russian. Vertigo drops the coins onto the vendor's table and runs off back to Leonis. Damn, the sand is hot. "Got it." Vertigo gives Leonis his cola and puts the kelp between them. He takes a sip, and is about to swallow when... he sees the otter.

[Vertigo Greene]

VERTIGO The otter seems to see Vertigo, too. It stands up, boltright, sun shining off its black fur. Vertigo sits up, also. He beckons the otter over with his fingers. It stays, looking at him. "What are you doing?" Leonis gets up, brushing sand off his swim shorts. "Dude, look at the otter."Vertigo points to the mammal, who has since then moved forward about 6 feet. Leonis turns to the little otter. "Oh. Cool." Leonis walks off past it, goes to the dock, and does a brilliant swan-dive into the clear water. The 40-year-old woman turns to look at the Isur. C'mon, little guy. Come here." As an incentive, he takes a kelp ball from the paper bowl. He holds it in the center of his palm. Before he knows it, the otter is right in front of him. It's about 13, 14 inches tall, with brilliant brown eyes. It takes a sniff of the fried kelp, and takes it. Vertigo expects it to run off with it, but the otter stays. It nibbles the kelp, crumbs falling in its whisker mustache. "Y'know, you're a cool dude," says Vertigo, scratching the otter between its ears. He decides to name it, no, him, Harold. "Hey, Leonis! Leonis!" "What?" he calls from the water. Vertigo cups his hands around his mouth. "We're keeping the otter, Leo!" "The hell we are!" Vertigo chuckles and turns to Harold, who is sniffing the rim of his cola."We're keeping you, Harold. Leo just gets jealous sometimes."