Cocoa Beach, FL | February, 1959 | 14:02

[bingobangobongo]

[Post-scuba training, the aspiring astronaut known as Al Calavicci (Bingo, to most,) finds himself held somewhere between satisfyingly tired and exceptionally charged. Knowing Cocoa Beach to be the stomping ground of one Kara Thrace, he hopes to take the time to seek her out before returning to the Cape for more training.]

[As luck would have it (and often does with these two,) Bingo spies the one person he happens to know in the area. She is down the beach, still recognizable on this dreary and overcast February weekday, and very obviously unaware of his existence at this moment.]

[Let's pretend he doesn't think he's god's gift to women, and that he doesn't bother changing into something other than his swim trunks because he's afraid he might miss her leaving in the meantime. Sadly, we can pretend, but it's hardly the truth.]

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[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Closes the distance between them, wrapping one arm around his neck, laying her other hand on his chest, and pressing dangerously close. Eyes dark, voice low, aaaaand:] Do I really need to play silly games, Al?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[He's certainly no sucker, but she makes him feel close. Advantageously placing the a hand on the small of her back, he leans in and rumbles sinisterly.] I've never known you not to.

[Al has her where he wants her, and knows to strike first. So very wrapped up together, he takes only a moment long enough to pull in a deep breath and then tugs them both down into the depths.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[So she deserved that - too quick to strike, clearly.]

[Beneath the water, she wrests herself free and swims away, coming up a yard or so off. She's coughing and sputtering, but she's laughing also.] All right, all right - well played. [What was it again? Credit where credit was due?]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[He's laughing, too, pushing water from his face and treading nearby.] Thanks. I think I got lucky, though. You weren't going to wait much longer.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

Nah - I just couldn't wait any longer to get my hands on you. [Turns and starts swimming for the shore.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Bingo puts a hand to his heart, feigning hurt she probably won't see it.] And yet, so eager to leave me.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Strides out of the sea, wringing water out of her hair.] Just like the rest of womankind?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Chuckles and finally follows after her.] You got a plan from here?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

No. [Perches on a warm, flat rock, burying her toes in the sand.] I try not to plan.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Ah, he's got a towel! Slightly damp, but still a towel which he offers to her first.] Then it's a good thing I'm here. Why don't we drop off these plates, I'll get us some drinks, and you can show me around your place?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Declines the towel and drags her shorts back on, draping her shirt over her shoulder.] This'll be you, inviting yourself over, then? [Smirks and helps with the dishes.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[He uses the towel.] Hey, I'm just giving you the opportunity to kick me out later. It's like a free shot.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

Oh, you took me down once and now you think I need your pity? [Laughs, slipping her shades down over her eyes.] Let's just head up - I have drinks upstairs, and the restaurant's not going to miss a plate. Michelle might miss you, though.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

I'm sure. But she won't for long. [Al grabs the last of his things and shuffles them around in his arms. He can change at her place, he figures.]

[After a beat.] So, you gonna stick around the coast for good?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

Remember that thing about not making plans? [Juggles things around so she can pop a cigarette up to her lips, lighting it with care and great difficulty.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. How could I forget? [She's just difficult ALL the time, isn't she? Haha.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Kara leads him around to the far side of the restaurant and up a rickety staircase to the fourth floor, walking right into the tiny rooms she kept.

The scene isn't exactly heartening inside - even in the low light afforded by light filtering through the drawn curtains, the place is a wreck. Half-burned candles cover every surface because they generate less heat than lamps, but even so, the heat is stifling. Kara flips fans on by rote as she cuts a path through the chaos, casually dropping a curtain over a nook toward the front of what was probably once a spacious attic.

Beyond the main room is a tiny bathroom housing a tub that was predated the plumbing of the house, but there's nothing else. She turns to him, gesturing grandly.] Home sweet shithole. [Have a mirthless laugh. She turns away and ducks down to the tiny ice box, extracting two beers.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Bingo ain't one to complain. He gives a lot of it a glance after dropping his things in a heap. And then the beer's in his hand and he's got his attention back on Kara.] I like it.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Stands and presses a bottle in in his hand.] At least the beer's cold. [Tosses her shirt onto a pile near the bathroom and sits on the edge of the scuffed coffee table, pressing the cold glass against her forehead for a moment.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

And the company's good. [Hey, he's trying, all right? But he's stuck with the feeling that she wasn't too happy. So, he takes a refreshing drink and sits as near her as he can without invading her space completely.] Thanks for having me over.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Nods and gives him a long look.] I was pretty sure I'd found I good hiding place here. [Sure, Kara, keep telling yourself hanging around Cocoa was 'hiding.'] You found me anyway, though, huh? [Laughs and shakes her head, rolling her shoulders to stretch them.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

I won't pretend it was all of my own accord. I don't think I would have found you if I weren't looking. [He chuckles and gives her a glance, dangling his beer by its neck between his legs.] Don't feel like you can't tell me to get lost, though.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Tries a smile and mostly succeeds.] Nah, you're here now. [Grins and takes a sip, looking down at the floor.] It is good to see you again, Bingo.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you think so. I was gettin' a little worried that you'd try to avoid me forever. [Chuckles, obviously joking. Al mops some sweat from his brow and stands.] Lemme put some pants on. Can you hold this? [He offers his beer.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Accepts the beer with a nod.] I don't think I could avoid you forever.