//------------------------------// // Fun in the Beach [Edited] // Story: Dan & Pinkie VS. // by Morex25 //------------------------------// Dan & Pinkie VS. Chapter 5: Fun in the Beach. Original by: Morex25 Edited by: FlamesofBlades AKA Ember Wing The beach, a place for relaxation and fun; wherever you looked, you'd see people, young and old, enjoying the beach in one way or another. No one else enjoyed the beach more than the lifeguard on duty though, and not because of the warmth of the sun, but because of the babes. Lots of 'babes' come to the beach in their tight, sexy swimsuits, all respected the feeling of safety he provided. Yup, being the lifeguard was like being the king of the beach. The "king's" eyes were currently set on a cute pinkette, with long and fluffy hair, wearing a two piece light blue swimsuit. She was lying over a pink towel, relaxing under shade of a parasol. Seeing that the beach and swimmers were safe, he stepped down from his lifegaurd tower and with all the swagger he could muster, he strolled towards her, “Hey, babe. I couldn’t help but notice that you haven’t admired my pecs yet...” he called in a suave manner trying to show off his muscles, failing at not trying to come off too forward. He struck a pose and waited for her response. And waited. And waited some more. “Hey, didn’t you hear me?” he asked after his muscles were strained from himself posing for about 2 minutes. He crouched down and looked at her face. Under the yellow tinted star-shaped sunglasses the girl was wearing, he could see that see had both eyes closed, most likely sleeping. Disappointed, the lifeguard waved her off. “Whatever” he grumbled in a bad mood, he wasn’t used to people not paying attention to him. He walked away and turned around looking for more attention. A few minutes after this, Pinkie woke up and drowsily rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands to drive the sleep away. “Now that was a power nap!” She proclaimed while yawning, stretching her arms over her head, causing her chest to push forward, making several people turn their heads, both amused and concerned expressions varied over their faces. Without taking notice of the stares, Pinkie ignorantly continued stretching, her eyes closed. Once she finished with her arms, shoulders, and neck, she started to stretch her lower back, spreading her legs trying to touch each of her kneecaps with the brow of her forehead. Gradually, her exercise started to gather more and more attention and not only from the male population, even women couldn't help but stare at her. Despite all this though, Pinkie still paid no attention. To finish up her unscheduled exercise routine, she lay on her side and lifted her leg up and down. By this point, she had amassed a crowd of drooling men and some women who looked at her with envy, some with disgust, for showing off like that. After she was finished stretching, Pinkie stood up, her eyes now blissfully closed and yawning once more, “That felt so good!” Feeling a presence watching her, courtesy of her unamed sixth sense, she opened her eyes and finally took notice of the crowd, “Hi!” She waved happily and gave a huge smile. The crowd, caught red-handed, had quickly dispersed. Men accompanied by women were berated for their unsavory stares. Pinkie kept her goofy smile on, unaware of the scene she just caused. “Now, what else can I do?” she wondered out-loud, a hand on her chin. She had arrived very early at the beach when there weren’t many people around and did almost everything from her mental checklist. First thing she did after setting up her parasol she rented from a small shack and putting her things down was to go into the fresh water and splash around. She even got in a splashing fight with some kids, all in good fun of course. She then helped some other kids build ‘the best sandcastle ever’, as they put it. It used a hefty amount of sand and was decorated with all kinds of seashells afterwards. After that, she filed for a two on two volleyball match. Pinkie wasn’t that good at volleyball but what she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. She and her partner ended up losing the game, one point away. Luckily her partner didn’t take it to heart and laughed it off with Pinkie. It was fun and they give their best. Pinkie swiftly made friends with her partner, a brunette girl named Sam. After a quick snack and a refreshing drink, she lay down under her parasol, ending up falling asleep. “Maybe I should pack and call it a day,” Pinkie contemplated. It was already afternoon, if the sun position was any indication, she had spent several hours in the beach by now. “Maybe after packing, I can take a walk on shore!” She decided. Yes, a walk sounded like a nice and relaxing way to end a day at the beach. After packing everything back into her bag, she was heading to pick up the parasol to return it to the rental shack. Then, out of the blue, a strong wind sent the rented parasol flying away, “Hey, wait! Come back!” She called after the inanimate oversized umbrella, dropping her bag into the sand, she quickly gave chase after the runaway shade-maker. The relaxed people on the beach were taken by surprise seeing a parasol was flying towards them. Luckily for them, most managed to evade it before collision happened. So far, everybody managed to dodge the parasol... “AAHHH!” Well, almost everybody. Dan yelled in sudden surprise more than in actual pain, the flying object just barely grazing him. “YOU!" He pointed to his friend, "You set me up!” He yelled in anger as he launched himself into the air, landing on Chris, thinking it was his fault for such an offense. He fell over with the smaller man on top of him, trying to claw his face off and retaliated with punches and scratches. The whole thing only lasted a few seconds before a third party put a stop at the roughhousing, "You guys, stop!” ordered the third person, taking them both of them by the back of their necks to separate them, “I know places where they’ll never find your bodies, so put a stop to this or take it somewhere else!” she whispered in a icy and ominous voice. “Eli! Chris! Dan!” called out a familiar, bubbly voice all three of them instantly recognized. “Nice to see you guys here!” Pinkie said while running up to them but came to a stop once she saw the position the three of them were. “Uh...are you guys okay?” Elise swiftly let Dan and her husband go, letting them hit the ground with a thud, and turned to Pinkie all too nicely, “Nothing to worry about! Just the two of them acting like little kids, because Dan overreacted over nothing” she explained with a smile. “OVERREACTED!?” Dan yelled once he was on his feet again, “I certainly didn’t overreact! Also I was assaulted by a flying Parasol and it’s the beach’s fault!” First, the tourist ruined his car and now it attacked him when he dropped his guard down for a second. The beach was really gonna get it this time! Pinkie grimaced during Dan’s explanation, let's call it a rant, but quickly hid it. She wanted to apologize and say that it wasn’t anybody’s fault or even the beaches fault, just the wind and bad luck. She didn’t want to accidently say something that would rile him up even more, so she quickly conjured a little plan. “Don’t worry Dan! I’ll take care of that umbrella that dared to attack you!” She announced with the most determined look she could make, “Just you wait and see! Elise point me where that blasted thing went!” Elise caught on to Pinkie’s little charade and pointed to the direction she last saw the loose parasol go with a grin, “Thanks Elise! I’ll be right back!” and Pinkie dashed off towards the direction Elise pointed at. “Finally! Some initiative; unlike you Chris!” said Dan slightly impressed by Pinkie’s actions. If she conserved this new attitude, he could see her as a potential ally for future plans he might have.“Now come Chris, we have work to do.” “But..but…Dan! I don’t…” Chris stuttered. “Just go, Chris.” Elise deadpanned, “If you don’t go with him he will just keep coming back and I don’t want to deal with that, not on a beach day. So go!” she ordered to a reluctant Chris. “But I thought we were going to build a sand castle together” “And I thought WE were going to have a baby!” She countered with the dreaded ‘Baby Card’, making Chris run after Dan in a blink of an eye. Though she used that argument to make him uncomfortable, she wasn't joking to, someday, have a baby, just not right now; her work in the agency was too important and demanding, maybe when she retired Chris would be more accepting of the idea of becoming parents. She lay down on the beach floor and reflected over the thought -- After Pinkie finally caught up with the elusive parasol, she closed it up and trekked back to her previous spot to retrieve her bag. Once she got all of her stuff in order and sorted, and returned the rented parasol, Pinkie was ready to leave, as she previously decided, stopping in her tracks only to spot Elise lying on her towel near the water. “Hey, Eli! How’s it going?” She called over to her friend as she sat down next to her. “I’m fine," She said, smiling over to Pinkie, "It’s been a really relaxing, until Dan that is,” she enunciated his name as if it was a curse that left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, “And now they’re off doing their usual thing,” Elise let out a small sigh of hopelessness. She was sure that whatever Dan was planning would later ruin her beach day, so she better enjoy it while it lasted. “How about you Pinkie?" Elise turned to Pinkie suddenly, "Did you just arrived or have you been here for a while?” “I was actually about to leave when the wind blew away the parasol I rented and it ended up hurting Dan. Please don’t tell him it was mine” Pinkie begged; If Dan knew, he would most likely see it as a premeditated attack on him. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” Elise answered, comforting her friend with a soothing voice, “How did it go again?" Elise rhetorically asked, shuffling through her mind to find a familliar chant, "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a… cupcake…?" She paused for moment until continuing, "In my eye…” Pinkie giggled and nodded happily, “Yes, you said it just right! Thanks Elise!” “You’re welcome." She smiled, "Oh! By the way, think you can put some sunscreen on my back? I was going to ask Chris but since he’s out with Dan, I don’t know when he’s coming back; Or if he was coming back,” with Dan’s crazy schemes, they could both end up in prison for all she knew. “Sure, I don’t mind!” Pinkie look around for a second and found the sunscreen bottle near what she assumed was Chris’ bag. She took the bottle and notice how light it felt, it probably was an old bottle Chris and Elise already had. “So how much do you want?” “Enough for me to not get sunburn but not too much for me to have a completely white back.” Elise didn’t want to turn upside down and accidently smearing her towel in sunscreen. “Ok!” Pinkie turned the bottle upside down and gave a light pat at the top, waiting for the contents to slowly come down to the cap. When she was confident that enough of the cream was at the base, she opened it up and squeezed the cream on Elise’s back, everytime doing so, the bottle let out a loud splurting sound. After pouring enough sunscreen, Pinkie began spreading it all over Elise’s back, noticing something off about her friend, “Wow, Elise! You have a very tense back! That is not healthy at all; you should take it easy at your job!” “I know, I know. That’s why I’m having this beach day!” If only Pinkie knew that Elise really couldn’t take it easy. Her job involved espionage, hand-to-hand combat, avoiding gunfire and protecting the world from all kinds of international threats. Not easy taking it easy... “If you want, I could give you a massage. I’m not very good but I learned some tricks from my friend Fluttershy!” Pinkie offered with a smile, memories rushing to her, as she briefly reminisced all the good times she spent with her friends before moving to California. Pinkie remembered her friends, deeply saddened when she told them she had to leave, they'd all asked her why she was leaving but she didn’t have a concrete reason. All she did say was that her sixth sense told her to leave and to come here. Her friends were puzzled by such an explanation and thought it was reckless and too broad of a reason to go but her sixth sense never failed her; it was always right and they all knew it. Seeing her sixth sense to be true and inevitable, all her friends gathered and threw her a farewell party. There were many tears shed, but the party never turned out sad. Hugs and gifts were given and promises to keep contact were made, Pinkie still treasured their parting gifts and called them every chance she got. “Pinkie? Pinkie! Are you alright?” Pinkie heard faintly, seeing her friend Elise calling out for her friend, snapping her fingers in front of her face. When Pinkie finally responded to her friend's actions, Elise let out a sigh of relief. “You zoned out for a minute there!” She remarked. Pinkie's face drooped, “Sorry, I was just lost in memory lane, that’s all” she apologized, her cheerful mood deflated, only for a moment, “So, what did you say?” She instantly perked back up. “I said yes to your massage offer; anything to relax and help my back!” Elise repeated, noticing Pinkie’s eyes had a small look of homesickness. They'd talked about her old home and her friends before, Elise understanding more and more that Pinkie missed them dearly. To be honest, Elise hadn't put much thought into her friendship with Pinkie, thinking nothing more of it than a casual visit and talk every now and then, hearing this though, how important friendship was to the pinkette, she decided it would be the best to become an even better friend for her. One of the ways she would keep this promise was to accept Pinkie’s help whenever she offered it. For someone else it would’ve been simple to let others help them but for Elise, who had grown up trying to be the best at everything in order to please her parents, found it difficult to accept anyone’s help, unless it was to ensure her cover as a average woman with an average job and not a super agent. It was difficult for Elise, at first, genuinely wanting to be Pinkie’s friend but the way she was raised and the stress of her job made it difficult to make friends and trust them with their help. Yet, Pinkie’s cheerful and warm personality helped with the whole making-friends process. “Of course! Just lay down again and I’ll bust out the magic fingers!” Pinkie said more determined than before. Though she may miss her friends, she was grateful to have good friends here too, especially one like Elise. //////////////////////////////////////// Ten minutes after the massage has passed and Chris came back looking apprehensive, a default expression that grazed his face whenever he came back from being dragged away by Dan against his will. “Hey Chris, are you already finished with Dan?” Elise asked, although by the look on his face the answer was rather obvious. “No, not yet. Mh...Elise…um, Dan wants me to drive him to someplace; I-I tried to tell him no, but you know how persistent he is and…” Chris shot out excuse after excuse to avoid upsetting his wife, growing more and more nervous every time he made a pause to talk.“…and…and…and…” He stuttered. Before Chris overheated his mind, Pinkie intervened, offering a solution, “Hey, how about I borrow your keys and drive Dan around? Then you can spend the rest of the day with Elise!” She didn’t wait much for a response, only a second later, she found his keys on her hands. “Thank you! I don’t know how to repay you for this!” beamed Chris, grateful for Pinkie’s offer, “whatever you need, I’ll try to repay you” “How about you watch over my bicycle parked near here, while I hang around with Dan? Does that sound fair?” Pinkie didn’t mind hanging around Dan, in fact she would’ve offered to drive him around using her car, but unfortunately she came all the way to the beach on her bike. “Yes, off course I’ll watch over it,” Chris promised using the Boy Scout hand sign. “Thanks for the offer Pinkie!” “No problem, glad I could help!” Pinkie picked up her bag from the sand and turned towards the sound of Dan’s yell for Chris to hurry up. “See you later, guys!” she waved farewell to her friends and walked into a changing tend before meeting up with Dan. -- “What is taking him so long? I mean it was just grab your keys and pants and come back! Not that hard to do!” Dan complained, let's call it whining, loudly next to Chris’ car in the parking lot near the coast. “Grrr…How much longer is he going to take!?” “HEY DAN! HOW ARE YOU?” Pinkie yelled loudly, coming out of nowhere and surprising Dan thoroughly. She was out of her usual attire and was wearing a white shirt and pink trunks over her swimsuit and wore flip-floppers instead of shoes. “GAAAH!” Dan shouted in surprise, soon becoming anger, “Don’t you ever surprise me like that ever again, woman!” he rudely pointed his index fingers at Pinkie’s smiling face who didn’t seem to mind the rude gesture, “What are you doing here anyways and where is Chris?” “Chris decided to stay back with Elise!” she informed him off-handedly. “WHAT!? THAT LAZY-!” Dan started. “But don’t worry! I’m here to take his place, just this time! So where are headed to?” Pinkie swiftly interuppted him as to prevent another one of his lengthy rants. Dan crossed his arms in annoyance and put on his patented angry face, “But I wanted Chris to take me!” If one were to paid a slight attention to the way he said this, you could almost hear a slight whine in his complaint. “Don’t worry Dan! I can be just like Chris if you want to!” she tried to console him and appeal to his child-like side, “I think that’s illegal. Dan, I want to go home. Can we stop for a burger please?” she imitated Chris the best she could, even dropping her voice an octave, “Also he let me borrow the keys for his car!” Dan almost gave a phantom of a smile at the Chris imitation but he refuse to show he found it funny, instead focusing on the change of parameters. He needed Chris to drive him to where the key for his master plan was located and probably use him as a distraction and for heavy-lifting; having Pinkie instead of Chris changed not the operation itself but the amount of stuff he had to do himself. In the end, he reluctantly agreed to let her drive him. It sure was better than walking. “Come on! Let’s go!” he said after a whole minute of silence in thouhgt, “But you are on probation! I still don’t know how useful you are for the mission yet.” “Woohoo! Adventure!” Pinkie cheered, opening the car and getting inside to seat as the driver. “I’m so excited! Elise and Chris have told me about other adventures you have been! And now I can come too!” Dan, who sat as the copilot, couldn’t help but groan at her excited shouts. He was fine and glad that someone was just as into the plan as him for once, but did she have to be so loud about it? “Just drive!” “Ok! Capt’n!”