[ic] Packing List

[whydidithavetobemummies]

Okay, here's what I've got.

• Clothes.
• Thompson.
• Colt one.
• Someone's ridiculous Derringer. Actually, I'm not carrying that around in public.
• Colt two.
• BAR.
• New gun bag. Some nine-thousand-year-old thing came back from the dead long enough to eat my old one.
• Sandwiches.

Anyone else got any bright ideas? Evy, suggestions?

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[proudofwhatiam]

[Evy's not nearly so concerned about someone taking her books--rather understandably so. She leaves them on a table before going to slip into her bathing suit and pin her hair up in a pile at the top of her head. A few of the curls still hang around her face, but on the whole, she's safe from getting her hair too wet. Perfect.]

[She comes out, pausing a second when she sees Rick sitting at the edge of the swimming pool, his legs hanging in the water. It's something of an inopportune moment for getting silly over the man, but she'd like to believe it's an understandable reaction: he's devilishly handsome, and never more so than when there's so little left to the imagination. But if she's not careful, he's going to glance over at her and catch her gaping like a schoolgirl, so she starts taking measured steps again, and sits down next to him.] Oh!--that's a bit cold. It's pretty in here, isn't it?

[whydidithavetobemummies]

[Rick turns around quickly, getting a glance of Evy in a bathing suit. She's lovely, really, but that's hardly news, and hardly anything to gawk about now, after he's already seen her in a wet nightie. But it's worth it, being reminded. He smiles when he sees her, squinting slightly.] Yeah, it's lovely. Deserts are always pretty as anything. [Largely because he can, he reaches over, placing a hand on Evy's shoulder and using it to pull her close. He kisses her temple.] You don't look half-bad, yourself.

[proudofwhatiam]

[She beams at him, flattered.] I could say the same for you. [Evy tilts her head towards his, pressing a kiss in return to the corner of his mouth. And thing go along in chaste but fond fashion for the rest of the afternoon.]