#dash:cody

Sara drove a passport? Dude, that’s better than the hand-me-down ‘97 Dodge Caravan I had.

Sara drove a Passport. The fabric ceiling was like falling down in places and she dented the hell out of one of the wheels. Mom and Dad made her work for the summer before her sixteenth and matched what she saved, and the Passport was what she got. Loved that damn car though, seriously.

Cody: Also…I don’t like…bore you in the sack, do I? Do you wanna try more of that kinky stuff?

sexy af

At your service, babe.

Avi ambles down the walkway toward Cody’s building, balancing the bounty in her hands to try and type in the keypad code correctly. It takes a few tries, but eventually she’s in and has just managed to get her goodies under control by the time she makes it to Cody’s door. Unwilling to unsettle the balance in the Force, she gently knocks on the door with her boot-- one, two, three times.

codylawson:

[Ever since she started sleeping with Avi, every touch, no matter how fleeting, is a thrill. And that same thrill causes the board to bob for a split second. Composing herself again takes a minutiae longer. She moves her hands to rest on each of Avi's thighs as she nods at Sara.]

If that's what you wanna call it, babycakes. I love surfing this beach, and mostly I just wanna see what those hips can do on the swells. I've got my fave fish in my truck that I'm gonna take out later.

[Cody then turns to look at Noa and Dara. Locking eyes with the tall blonde.] You in?

Fish? [ Noa pipes up from Dara’s board, and Avi tips her head back, curious for the answer. Between Dara and Cody, there’s still a lot about surfing she never managed to learn. ]

codylawson:

Mhm.. People like you.

People like me? You know other people like me?

sure am.~~

Nobody likes a brag, Codykins.