and we can live like jack and sally if we want

While the thought crossed her mind as she swam, she hadn’t done much searching. She figured he’d probably be more inclined to do so, though. “I’ve gotta tell you, I am kind of ready for another beer.” She added absentmindedly. Slyly maneuvering around to his back. “And since this is my birthday weekend I demand that you carry me back to land so I can quench my thirst. C’mon. Speed it up.” Now she was just being downright silly. Wrapping her arms around his neck she urged him to lift her up onto his back as she wished. “Before you get all skeptical on me again, this isn’t some ploy to attack you. Although, that’d be a damn good one. I swear it’s not.” She assured him with a half smirk. The expression probably a bit misleading if she were actually trying to convince him that she wasn’t scheming. After what appeared to be some careful contemplating however, he came around. Satisfied with his compliance, Charlie wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder. “That’s more like it.” She muttered with a quiet laugh. With him guiding the way they found their way back to the spot near the water where they initially set up. Only then when she absolutely have to did she drop down onto the ground. Wasting little time diving into the cooler and retrieving them both something to drink. The combination of the beaming sun and alcohol probably wasn’t the best. It likely wouldn’t take much to get them a buzz.

As her request for him to carry her back to the beach came, Tyler lifted an eyebrow at her. "Bossy." He chastised, a smile on his lips regardless. "I like it." He added a moment later, as if she didn't already know that. Truthfully he really had almost forgotten about the whole getting back at him ploy until she mentioned it. But the reminder didn't keep him from looking over his shoulder at her with mild skepticism on his face. It quickly turned to a smile however as he shook his head and slid his arms under her thighs to support her as he walked them back to the beach. "You're so damn lucky I love you." He told her as he felt her chin rest on his shoulder, the sly comment coming from her. Once they were back at their designated spot for the day he let her drop to the ground before immediately sprawling out on the blanket they'd laid out and graciously accepting the beer she offered. "Thanks, babe. Now c'mere." He encouraged, patting the spot next to him and flashing her a warm smile. When she joined him he quickly snaked an arm around her waist to pull her closer, sipping his beer as he aimlessly traced his fingertips along the bare skin of her hip. "Help me spot someone." He said, his main goal now finding them a nice little baggie for the night. Once that happened he could leave the beach feeling pretty damn accomplished and even more excited for the night ahead. "That guy is probably selling shit." He pointed out after a minute, the aforementioned guy wearing some thug hat from Spencer's, a hoodie and a black backpack full of what Tyler could only assume was pre-scaled bags. "Who else wears a backpack and hoodie like that around the beach?" 

Really, Charlie only found herself feeling more satisfied with everything he was saying. “My how things have changed. Normally you’re making fun of my threats and now you’re asking for them.” She shook her head slowly, a smile still curving her lips upwards. It appeared to be a permanent look for her. In the moment she was incredibly smug. He may have started off with the upper hand but it was clear who was dominating now. Leaning forwards she pressed her lips to his gently and initiated a kiss. Her mind absentmindedly wandering all the while over all the things she could possibly do to make him pay for what he’d done. Teasing was normal for her. It wouldn’t be the first time she worked him up and left him with a serious case of blue balls. After his accusations that she was predictable however there was to be none of that. Slipping one hand down from around his neck she dragged it over his chest where her fingers moved rhythmically over the hard plane of muscle she found there. Pulling back slightly, she eyed him for a short while before piping up, “So, you really want me to just punch you? What are we thinking, though, in the face or maybe the chest? I wonder if I make any sudden movement if you’ll jump.” She laughed lowly, still having fun with the entire thing. Patting her hand against his chest, she added, “Relax. It’ll happen eventually.” Untangling herself from him she decided to finally test out the water for herself, on her own free will this time without the added help of her boyfriend. Dipping down, she swam away from him and basked in the refreshing feeling.

"Oh, so I get the choice? How generous" Tyler asked with a a soft laugh. "Well my face is off limits. Can't have you fucking up the money maker. You could punch me in the chest, but I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, baby." Tyler said in a sweet yet playfully condescending tone. He wasn't actually that conceited, but he often made comments like that. In a way it was kind of a silent knock at his brother who said such things in complete and utter seriousness. Plus he always loved her reaction to such ridiculous comments from him. He could only roll his eyes when she wondered whether or not he'd flinch at a sudden movement from her. Mostly cause he was pretty sure he would and he couldn't stand to let her get any more enjoyment out of this whole thing. He gave her a pointed look as she told him to relax, watching her as she pulled back and swam away from him. "Who's the litte shit now?" Tyler said with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. Sighing, he didn't see why he shouldn't just go ahead and relax as she suggested. Like she said, it'd happen eventually. That was inevitable. He was just going to have to wait it out and suffer the consequences. Tilting his head back he closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of the warm California sun against his skin, contrasting so wonderfully with the cool ocean. Charlie had made a damn good choice in choosing California for her birthday destination. Canada had been nice, but nothing could beat the warm weather they were experiencing this time around.

Clearly, Tyler was just begging for her to get back at him. If his taunting remark and smug expression was any indication of this. “Oh, I’m going to. Trust me.” She assured him calmly. Making no immediate attempts to move. When she did finally take a step however, he was quick to dash under water. Undoubtedly to try and avoid any of her retaliation. That simply wouldn’t do, though. There was nowhere for him to go. He wouldn’t be able to escape her for very long. It’s why she wasn’t the least bit concerned with him swimming away. When he did reemerge he was a ways away from her. With a smile planted on her lips she beckoned him over, “You know it’d be a waste of my time to try and get back at you now. You’re anticipating it. Which takes away all the fun. I’ve gotta wait until you don’t expect it. So, why don’t you come over here and stop being a little chicken shit. You started it, anyways. And now you can’t even be near me without getting all scared?” She taunted right back, a teasing smirk on her lips. They often went back and forth like this with each other. It was all part of their nature. They were best friends before anything and that showed through in moments such as these. “You won’t come to me? Fine. I’ll go to you.” She swam towards him, watching as he eyed her almost skeptically. She knew it felt far worse to keep him waiting than just outright dole out some payback. It’s why she was so okay with sitting on this for a little while. As she reached him, the expression on her face remained. “C’mere. I won’t bite…for now.” She gestured for him to close the distance between them. It was all too amusing to her however how uncertain he seemed.

When she came to him however he didn't make the same attempts to flee. This time deciding to chance it, hoping he'd be able to read her as well as he so often did. Carefully he watched her swim in his direction, the look on her face indicating how pleased she was with herself for leaving him paranoid like this. He had sort of done it to himself, but clearly she was taking complete advantage of that. And she was most certainly enjoying it. As she reached him he continued to eye her suspiciously, licking his lips in thought as to whether or not he should comply with her beckoning or not. "Look at you. Trying to seduce me now." He accused, shaking his head and tsking softly. For a minute they stared each other down. Charlie playing off total innocence, something she did surprisingly well for someone so completely corrupt. While Tyler on the other hand remained uncertain. Finally he let in a deep breath through his nose before exhaling in a sigh and breaking into a smile. Wading a bit closer a hand found her hip as he finally closed the distance between them. Maybe if he at least acted like he'd let down his guard he'd be able to better read her. "By the way, if your plan is to get back at me with biting I hope you realize that's only gonna make me wanna fuck you right here in the water." Tyler told her, knowing that she'd have no problem with that anyway. Unless her plan was to work him up and then leave him hanging. In which case he was the one that was gonna be fucked. And not in the way he would have liked. Slipping his fingertips along her back he kept his eyes on her, no longer doing such a great job of appearing unphased by her impending revenge. "God damn it, now I'm starting to think you should just punch me and get it over with." Tyler said with a soft laugh.