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[EVENT: BEACH TIME!]

[Normally, one might count walking into a standard classroom only to find a bright, sunny beach instead to be a very pleasant surprise. But as Tadakuni stood there; blankly trying to wrap his head around what just happened- Only one question plagued his mind enough to dwarf all other concerns.]

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WHY AM I IN SCHOOL TRUNKS AGAIN!?

((OOC: Welcome to the Beach Room! Once inside, everyone who enters will suddenly appear dressed in swimwear of some kind. Unfortunately, those who try to leave will find an invisible barrier blocking them from exiting the room for at least 3 hours. So have fun, take a swim, play some volleyball, enjoy the cheesy beach-party music, or find some other activity to occupy your time! ~~Emergency suntan lotion will of course be instantly available for all you beach-goers to avoid a nasty sunburn~~!))

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[Ivan was definitely standing a little too close, after all, he didn't mind what he was wearing!]

Ohh, is that right~? Me too. [Ivan brings a hand up, placing it on his own cheek with a coy look.] Us Russians don't tan well at all, you know.

[Which is exactly why he's stealing your shade, Pegasus.]

[While he boasted a healthy gold tinge that might indicate he was from the land of sunshine and fun, Pegasus enjoyed the shade more often. He was like a flower that would wilt if exposed to too much sun after all. Or so he might say.

He sat up slowly, placing his wine glass on the side table. Was that the only reason?~]

Mm, I see. Russian is it? I'm American myself. I'm a little more tolerant but I tend to burn easy too. Well, do you need any sunscreen? I have a spare bottle, just in case.

[He offered, pulling it from his beach bag.] Of course you're welcome to share my umbrella if you like.

[The lounge chairs were plentiful as it was and Pegasus was a friendly enough sort to allow it.]

[Maybe it wasn't the only reason, but Ivan wasn't about to reveal otherwise.]

An American... [He narrows his eyes a bit, studying Pegasus thoughtfully as he does. He really shouldn't be associating with Yankees, but this place was full of them. If he wanted to get by, he'd have to make due.]

Hmm...I suppose a little mroe sunscreen couldn't hurt. [Ivan takes the offered bottle, flipping open the top. He also takes a few more steps under the umbrella and a seat now that Pegasus has officially invited him in.]

Have you been here long?

[Fortunately he's a rather good sport about these sorts of things, and not exactly shy about them either. He's fluent in Japanese but that's the extent of his foreign language abilities, besides a little French. So color him intrigued because he doesn't meet very many Russians. And as a savvy businessman he does try to make a good impression. But no worries about his political alignments being as he never pays attention to that sort of thing.]

From Las Vegas. Though I moved to California for business purposes. And oh, it never does~ Can never have too much.

[He may as well introduce himself and make a little conversation.]

Not long really. I just woke up here several days ago, actually. I'm Pegasus. Pegasus J. Crawford, by the way. CEO of Industrial Illusions. What about yourself?

["Las Vegas"? "California"? The only part of the United States Ivan knows is "New York", and he obviously looks a bit perplexed by the aforementioned names.]

I see...

[Ivan nods his head silently as Pegasus introduces himself. He seems to be thinking intently, even after the other man has finished speaking.]

...Major Ivan Raikov--isn't that the name of a winged horse? [IT'S GOING TO BE BUGGING HIM ALL DAY NOW IF HE DOESN'T FIND OUT.]

A pleasure, Major Raikov~

[He'll offer his hand out to him, pausing for a moment at the question. A silvery little chuckle left him, and shrugged up his shoulders.]

Well, yes. It is. My mother you see...She was a very enchanting lady. A lover of show business. [~~Las Vegas Show Girl. Let's not talk about that though.~~] My father of course didn't approve since he thought it wasn't a very "respectable name" but, that's why my middle name is in fact James.

[Ivan takes the hand with a devilish smile, studying Pegasus's face carefully as he does. Now what was that glimpse of something-or-other behind his hair...?]

I agree with your father, but when compared to "James" I think I prefer it. ["James" was far too American. Their names had such a plainness to them.

So thinks the man named Ivan, of all things. Not that he didn't find his own name a bit boring sometimes, too.]

[After the handshake, Ivan goes back to applying lotion. He's pretty gratuitous about the way he does it, too.]

[His skin is smooth, soft since he did take care of himself. Had to be meticulous about appearances of course, when you ran a company of your own and impressions were everything. Fortunately his silvery hair moved perfectly back into place, thick enough that what remained hidden was indeed hidden. A little gold sheen swept away by a curtain of sterling.]

Oh?~ Really? Well I happen to like my name.

[He pouted slightly, then brightened when Ivan more or less agreed. It worked well in his profession, as it was. And plus, James was too conventional for anyone to remember. A sassy spin on details like that helped sometimes in selling yourself as well as your product. Not to mention, Pegasus knew his name suited him.

Now he finds his gaze drawn to what Ivan's doing, though that's hardly his fault. He's being a little showy about it, wasn't he? Unless he's just not used to it and thought you needed an ample amount—]

..Do you need a little help? [He asked, innocently.]

[Huh, now Ivan was certain he saw something, but it must have been his imagination.

He doesn't bring up his curiosity, instead carefully inspecting Pegasus's demeanor as he spoke to him. Mostly, he was just distracted by his beauty.

Ivan was vain, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a little eye candy.]

Help? [He pauses, knee pulled up to his chin as he was just about to start on his legs.]

Well...sure~

[Ever the helpful sort, Pegasus wasn't unwilling by far. He stretched forward with his limber arm once he stood, reaching gently around to smooth the lotion along his limbs, and then up to the parts of his back that he obviously couldn't reach.]

Oh...My. You used a little much here, Major.

[Pegasus commented casually as smooth palms and elegant fingers moved along his well-toned torso up to the backs of his shoulders, fortunately tall enough that he can scope out the areas that were missed.]

[Being pampered was something Ivan could continue to be accustomed to. Living here for a few days without Volgin to do so had been the worst!]

Well I wasn't done yet...

[Ivan's almost like a cat right now, relaxed with his eyes closed, but just as likely to suddenly claw you to death if you make even the slightest of wrong moves.]

...You have very soft hands, you know~ [He peeks an eye open, looking devious as usual.]

[Despite his looks he had strength in those hands as well, so it was almost like having your muscles kneaded with the way he was carefully rubbing the sunscreen lotion in.]

Do I?~ Well, I think it's important to maintain appearances. Don't you?

[Pegasus purred with that lilt in his voice.] You shouldn't burn now, I dare say.

[Being a soldier--and he did do work, sometimes, seriously--Ivan wasn't going to complain. It was nice...he should really look into getting a proper massage some time!]

Of course. I take my looks very seriously. [Ivan hardly needed to point that, given his flawless skin. Even with his hair being a little unruly, it didn't detract from his appearance.]

Good... [He holds out a hand, looking at it thoughtfully.] That wouldn't do at all. I still have a job to do after I get out of the place, after all.

[Slowly Pegasus relaxed on the lounge chair again, staring over at him with sort of an amused look. He could see of course that Ivan was an attractive man. Those muscles were more than enough of an indication that he was...physically capable as well. Pegasus was quite a bit leaner where Ivan was brawny, after all.]

I can see that.~

[A quiet smirk surfaced before Pegasus went back to sipping at his drink, then watching him with that intense gaze of his.] Oh but of course. Though you best relax for now.~

[Ivan definitely had a little muscle on him, but nothing too distracting. Although when he wore a uniform he certainly looked more built than he was thanks to those broad shoulders.]

I could certainly use the vacation... [He leans back in his chair, propping his chin up in his hand as he watches Pegasus with a toothy grin.]

Do you know what goes good on a summer day? Vodka.

A drink? Well, of course I think that's a wonderful idea!

[It was the staple of a vacation in his opinion! And Pegasus wasn't exactly shy about inviting others along with him for a little fun. He grabbed onto Ivan's hand, trying to tug him along..]

Well, obviously we need to get you one!

[He'd have to drag him along to the same drink stand he'd gotten his, as they were sure to make him something to his tastes.]

It'll have vodka in it, promise! ♥

[Ivan had kind of been hoping Pegasus would just get the drink for him and bring it back, but okay, he'll play along and follow even if being lead was not his forte.

At least he got a good view to check out Pegasus's behind. PRIORITIES.]

It better, I like the burn of vodka. Don't you~?

[Normally he's not a very touchy-feely person around other people but...somehow you're bringing out that little-known urge in him. So don't mind him while he walks slightly in front, the sway to his hips in tune with his long stride. He can't help it honestly, it's in his nature to charm people into doing things they don't necessarily want to do.

So there they are, before the drink stand, where he ordered himself another red wine spritzer and his new 'friend' a little something called an Island Oasis, with manga vodka and orange juice. A perfect drink. And, he even had him add a little extra vodka to boot. Though it might not be what Ivan was expecting it would certainly be a good drink.]

Heavens no, Major. I couldn't take straight vodka, it'd burn my throat clean off. Ha, ha~ I prefer mixed drinks if I really want something like that, but I'm more of a wine person myself.

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[Ivan takes the Island Oasis, tilting his head slightly as he gazes at it. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before; fancy drinks were well beyond his scope of experience. All he ever did was drink plain old vodka!]

This is alcohol...? It looks like juice. [He's continued to stare in bafflement.]

Just try it.~ Go on.

[Such a skeptic. And here he's trying to broaden your horizons and everything~]

Why not? [Ivan shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. It was strange, having vodka without all the sting he was used to. Of course he figured he wouldn't get drunk nearly as fast off this either, but it least it tasted good!]

Hmmm...not bad~ [He smiles, and before you know it, he's basically chugged the entire thing. They didn't even have a chance to move away from the drink stand!]

I could use another...maybe three. I think three sounds good.

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[Wow, he's impressed. He doesn't know anyone who can knock them back like that.]

[But to consume it like that...Pegasus couldn't help it. He started to laugh, a soft giggling at first but then soon blossoming into that lilting chuckle of his.]

Oh, Major...That's not how you're supposed to drink it.

[Ivan blinks, confused for a moment before an irrational anger comes over him. He doesn't like being laughed at, no matter the circumstances. Ivan was far too prideful for that.]

Well then how are you supposed to drink it? [Because as far as he was concerned, the faster he drank the more he got to drink!]

[He placed his hand on his arm gently, to still him as well as any anger.]

I mean no disrespect Major, it simply amused me. Please forgive an eccentric American his little bouts of strange humor. After all, I've a feeling that our worlds are quite different.

But here. Allow me to show you.~

[He had the bartender make another of the same drink, as well as a red wine spritzer.]

You see, the point of a drink like this isn't merely to gulp it down, but to enjoy it. Like so.

[And he sipped at the wine, to demonstrate.]

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