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Who: Michelle + open
What: It's summertime in the UK and Michelle stops by a beach
When: One of the summer months, pick one. Around mid-day.
Warnings: Potentially hot babes in bikinis.

It was one of the calmer days at the beach. Michelle had specifically gone on a weekday, in the middle of a busy work week, for this reason. She put on her mint-colored bikini and a white cover-up before heading down to the sand from the little inn she was renting from. Her beach bag had contained a towel to lay on, her sunglasses, her sandals, and her books. After she'd laid out her beach towel, she laid on her stomach and opened her book. She let the silence fill her, hearing the sea breeze in her ears.

It was a wonderful break from the past year at home.

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Audrey was out in the water at the moment. Normally, she would devote her beach time working on her woefully white skin. However, that was no longer a problem with which she had to deal. She's been cursebreaking for so long now that her skin remained a constant golden color. She was clearly reveling in this as she frolicked on her own in the sea. Finally, she ran back up to her friend. "Aren't you going in?" She asked, grabbing a towel to dry her hair. The two of them got the room at the inn together. Michelle wasn't the only one who needed a break.

Michelle's concentration wasn't broken until she saw Audrey out of her peripheral. When her friend asked if she was getting in the water, she placed her bookmark in her book. What Audrey wouldn't notice was that Michelle had been on the same page she'd opened to about a half hour ago. "I wanted to wait until I finished the chapter, but.." She tossed the book into her bag before getting up into a sitting position.

"There's been too much on my mind."

Audrey quickly finished towel drying her hair. She laid it out on the sand and plopped down next to her friend, leaning back on her elbows. "Alright," she said expectantly. "You've been off. C'mon, tell Audrey. Get it off your chest." She patted herself on her own chest, inviting Michelle to unload.

Michelle smiled briefly and shook her head before looking out at the ocean. "The break-up, you know," she said, laying on her back now as she looked up at the sky. "I feel so dumb. I also wonder if everything is going to be okay. It was a relationship that could change your whole outlook on life and now..."

She sighed. "I've got no one." Michelle paused before turning to look at Audrey. "No one I'm romantically involved with."

She had been expecting that to be the answer. "If anyone's the dumb one, it's Ciaran fucking O'Donnell." She scowled just saying his name. In the fall out, her opinion of the man had been altered from 'friend' to 'back-stabbing, greasy, stupid mick and terrible human being.' She picked up a small rock from the sand and tossed it into the water. "You're better off, love. So much better off. Everything's gonna work out, I know it. For both of us." She had broken off things with Ronan a few weeks prior to what happened. "We don't need 'em."

"Yeah, I guess," Michelle muttered. Not moving from her position, she stuck her hand in her beach bag and pulled out a cigarette. She lit it and puffed away. "I'll just miss getting laid every freaking day. Imagine going cold turkey from that." Michelle looked disturbed.

"Well yeah, that sucks." Audrey squinted up at her friend. "Although I don't quite have to go from every day, you animal." She grinned teasingly. "Still though. Plenty of willing, able men. That bathe regularly and speak legibly and aren't the scum of the earth." After a pause, she inquired, "We're at the point where I can say these things without you being mad or sad, right?"

Michelle laughed, smoke coming from her mouth at Audrey's quips. "Yes, you're more than welcome to say those things. Just as long as I can make fun of Ronan's poetry." It was such bullshit. Michelle only went with them to the poetry clubs to wear her red beret. She needed it wear it more often.