Mainland Side of the Causeway, Saturday Noon

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It was possible Ezra was still a little drunk from last night.

It was absolute fact, however, that he had somehow managed to lose his shirt over the course of the night, because he was currently traipsing towards the causeway with brief flashes of the still slightly tanned skin of his stomach showing from underneath his jacket. He had also gained a scarf from somewhere. It was silk and had bright flowers on it. It was definitely not one of his. Except now it was.

He stopped and gazed towards the island, swaying in place a little bit, squinting at the silhouette of the school through his sunglasses, which sat a little crookedly on his nose. He sighed. This was good.

Except for the stupid walk back to the island, of course.

[ooc: NFB due to technically being off the island, but open!]

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Kathy's normal run around the island did not usually take her across the Causeway. Then again, Kathy's normal run usually didn't involve spotting other people across the Causeway. She slowed, in case it was someone who needed help or directions--and then blushed when she realized it was Ezra.

What did you say to someone you'd only spoken to once, and then made out with a lot?

"Hey." That. You said that, apparently. "...Interesting scarf."

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Ezra looked down at the scarf in question. Then he looked up again, and smiled widely.

"Thanks," he said. "It was a gift." He guessed. He couldn't actually remember. "Hello, Kathy."

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Kathy eyed the scarf and then decided not to cast aspersions on whoever decided to gift it to Ezra. After all, she was pretty much failing fashion class, what did she know?

"Hi Ezra," she said, totally not blushing again because that would be ridiculous. Besides, Ezra was wearing sunglasses. Maybe he wouldn't notice! "Are you okay? You don't look entirely steady on your feet."

Kathy had never done a walk of shame. Or been so drunk it carried over to the next day.

Or been drunk at all and damn did this girl need to live a little.

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Had she ever had to put the fear of the supernatural mafia into people, either? Because sometimes these things went hand in hand.

Neither the drunkenness nor the sunglasses stopped Ezra from noticing the blush. He might as well have had a sixth sense just for that. His grin was a little wolfish.

"I'm fine," he said, rocking on his boots a little just to make a point of that. The movement was a little less controlled than it might have been usually, but at least he was in no danger of falling over. "Just basking in the remains of a good evening."

Night into early morning. Whatever.

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No, but she had put the fear into several groups of criminals, both here and in LA. How come no one ever offered her booze for that?! She was clearly running with the wrong crowd. No one had even given her a drink for stitching a dude's gunshot wound closed!

"Ohhhh," she said, noticing the way his jacket showed skin underneath, rather than clothing. "Is that, uhh, what happened to your shirt?"

...Not that she was looking or anything. Really.

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Even when he actually pulled his jacket aside a bit while he was peering down? Because he had some nice abs going, for as lean a guy as he was.

"I gifted that away," he decided. "Probably."

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OF COURSE NOT NO THAT WOULD BE RUDE AND DEMEANING EZRA WAS A PERSON NOT AN OBJECT AND--yeah, okay, maybe a tiiiiiny bit. You know. Because of reasons.

"In exchange for the scarf?" she asked, trying to maintain eye contact and failing terribly. "You really think you came out on top of that exchange, there?"

Dammit, his abs were really nice. She half-wanted to pull her shirt up just to compare.

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They were unfairly nice, really, when you considered what a generally lazy person he was. He had some supernatural advantage happening there.

He was still smirking at her faltering eye contact. And he shrugged. "I don't know, I think the scarf's growing on me. It pops."

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"That's for damn sure," Kathy muttered, paying more attention to his abs than what she was saying. At least until she'd said enough to be unable to take it back. "Err, that is--I mean--sorry."

She gave him a smile. "I think I outran my manners somewhere back in town."

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"I think your manners are fine." Of course he thought that. Anything that put attention on his body was a good thing in his opinion. "How've you been, Kathy?"

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"Not bad," she said, taking a moment to drink from her water bottle. "Skipped Mexico to go home to LA for the week. I hear that means I missed a hell of a lot of polyester and disco."

She was so not sorry for that.

"Now I'm trying to convince myself that exercise is important and that I'm not just procrastinating studying for my SATs." Internally, she facepalmed. Way to sell the whole cool kid image she'd been going for. "And you? Am I wrong? Did I miss the best spring break in history?"

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Ezra wasn't very interested in her cool kid image, anyway. He was easy like that. (If the narrative said that a lot, it was only because he was easy in so many ways.)

"Oh, it was fun, but it's nice to be back, too." He brushed a hand through his hair. "Ridiculing people for what they were wearing started getting old towards the end of the week."

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"I'm only good for about five minutes of it and then I feel bad," Kathy said, trying hard not to apologize again for casting aspersions on his scarf. Or to sneak another glance at his abs. "But that's pretty much all the squirrels talked about last week. Do you have plans for now that you're back?"

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Ronan wasn't going to stop a still sore shoulder from not paying some attention to his beloved BMW this weekend. All the snow and ice lately had made it hard to get out here, let alone take the car out.

But, he was out there now, hood popped while the engine ran noisily. He really wished, sometimes, he had Adam's know how with cars.

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Oh hey, Ezra was much more in the mood to deal with him today. Probably due to the lingering effects of all that nice alcohol.

Of course, that made him obnoxiously cheerful, because he could be. "Nice car, Grumpy!" he exclaimed as he finally made it onto the parking lot side of the causeway.

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"I know," he replied, shooting a glance at Ezra over his shoulder. "You're telling me what I already know."

He was not obnoxiously cheerful, of course.

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There was only room for one of them to be that way, anyway. Ezra sauntered closer. "Well, sometimes stating the obvious makes for a wonderful pastime. What are you up to? Routine checkup?"

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"Making sure this stupid weather hasn't broken anything," he said automatically before fixing Ezra with a look. "You know cars?"

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He shrugged. "Well, I have one, so I know enough to keep myself on the road."

When you were often the designated driver for work stuff, you had to pick up some things about maintenance.

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"Mmm." Ronan reached into the car and tightened something. "What kind?"

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"A nice kind." Duh. "But my baby is still back home. Under strict orders that no one take her out unless they absolutely have to."

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"You think whoever you told that to is really gonna listen?" he asked, wiping his hands on a rag before stepping back so he could drop the hood. "I wouldn't."

It'd lead him to taking and wrecking Gansey's car in the future.

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"And that, sweetcheeks, is why you would never be allowed to be in possession of my car," Ezra informed him. If he sounded a little distracted, it was because his gaze had slid down and now he was totally checking out Ronan's ass.

Because he could.

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Ronan, at least, was oblivious to the look he was getting right now. At this point, he half expected it from Ezra along with the nakedness he seemed to love displaying.

"I've got my own car," he pointed out, stopping himself from dropping the hood after spotting one other thing he wanted to take care of. He leaned further over the engine, stretching to twist and tug something in the car.

Ezra could continue to enjoy.

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Which he did.

He didn't even say anything while he was doing it. His morning needed a nice visual like this, especially since he'd been so cruelly cast out from... whoever's apartment it was that he'd found himself in before his trek back to the island.