9080/Never Cry Over Spilled Daiquiri

Never Cry Over Spilled Daiquiri
Date of Scene:	14 December 2021
Location:	Kauna'oa Bay, Hawaii
Synopsis:	Cael and Sara plot some of the vacation activities. Sharks, water skis - and Wade in a grass skirt all confirmed.
Cast of Characters:	Cael Becker, Sara Pezzini

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Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael's been in her room for over an hour - sunset has come and gone, and darkness has settled over the resort. She'd insisted on Alis //not// eavesdropping on this particular call - though she knows perfectly well she would be incapable of telling if Alis listened to that request.
    When she finally emerges, her hands are shoved into her pockets, and her face is freshly washed to try to remove the tear-streaks from her cheeks. She can't do much about the fact that her eyes are just a touch puffy and reddened, however. "We should send for one of the maids," she remarks casually.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
For Sara, that hour was spend pacing the length of the hotel room common space between the two bedrooms. There are a couple of plush chairs, a matching couch, a table with chairs by the sliding glass doors that open up to the balcony that over looked the Pacific Ocean... resort style baby, nothing but the best.

Sara had been pretending that she was alright during the packing, acting like all was great during the 'guns and swords into a backpack for Alis' part of the packing, and even on the rise to the airport, she seemed good. While Cael slept on the plane however, she had spent that time pressed against Wade and whispering in his ear. Anyone looking would have thought they needed a room, but really it was her confession time, getting everything out that had happened and what she was feeling... poor Wade.

"Just have to hang the sign on the door," she comments at the maid request, one brow lifting slightly. Now she really was fine, not great, not happy, not good, but fine. "What happened?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I might have spilled the daiquiri. A little." Well, almost all of it was sloshed across the floor, honestly - well and truly melted into the carpet in a sticky mess. "What's the point of those things without the rum?" she complains.
    She glances around for Wade, eyebrows going up for a moment at the man's absence as he gaze fixes back on Sara. "I told Jon you were out here planning out our whole itinery," she remarks in a dry tone. "So. What's on the docket for tomorrow?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara leans to look past Cael into the room at the drink on the floor, in the carpet, then just sighs and accepted. She'll call the front desk, let them know it needs cleaning.

"I sent Wade to find me the skimpiest bikini he could, in my size, and a Hawaiian print shirt to wear over it. I needed time, and I didn't want him to her anything you said. Walls aren't that thick after all, and he's got good hearing."

Walking over to one of the plush chairs she flops into it, presently wearing a white tank top, a pair of denim shorts and white Ked sneakers. "Tomorrow, after breakfast, we have two choices," she begins. "There is a volcano national park tour to go look at all the natural fissures and plants that grow in that area or join the crew of the Calypso and go out for whale watching and lunch on the boat. Both will have us back to the hotel before dinner, then after dark I was thinking we should join the night Manta Ray snorkeling experience group."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I- uhh, thanks. I appreciate the modicum of privacy," Cael remarks in a dry tone, looking down at the floor. Even when she's allowed privacy - it isn't private, given that Jon's eyes were on her the whole time, but still. ...she gets why.
    "Volcaneos or whales, huh?" she answers. She turns this over in her mind for a moment, an uncertain expression on her features, as she gazes out the window towards the beach, faintly visible under the moon's light. "What's your thoughts?" she finally asks. "Between the two of them." Decisions have become a challenge for her, for reasons she didn't bother to fathom. That would take too much energy.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara looks toward the glass doors and passed them, but her eyes go toward the moon hanging in the sky. It seemed bigger, and was in the wrong place, but that's from being on another part of the planet from where she was born, raised, and had never left.

"Here's my logic," she says, figuring explaining her thoughts might help Cael decide, and even if she didn't, Sara would. "I figured we'd start with something easy, like the whale watching or the park, then the next day, hang-gliding over the ocean or waterskiing."

Reaching over to the end table she picks up her bottle of Coke. "The park will involve a lot of walking, which doesn't bother me but could get exhausting and the snorkeling, now that sounds fucking cool. Night time fish watching, who can pass that up?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "The whale watching would involve a lot of... standing around," Cael remarks in a quiet voice, still staring out the window.
    "I don't know," she admits. "Maybe the park, but- I don't know." She lets out a heavy, slightly frustrated sigh, then fixes her eyes onto Sara directly.
    "How're you?" she asks, with her brow slightly furrowed.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Now that she has the Coke in hand, Sara grabs the fliers and stands up, moving over to the table to spread them out. She'd been collecting them since arriving, all the possible things that tourists can do while on the Big Island. So many choices, so many places, lots of things to check out, and only some that really seemed interesting.

"Ew, shit... your right," she comments, tossing the whale watching flier in the recycling container. "No standing around, that's fucking boring... so how about water skiiing tomorrow, then snorkeling tomorrow night... then the next day go to the park in the morning and hang gliding in the afternoon, early evening?"

Yes, she was attempting to avoid the question in the beginning, but really she wanted to present as many ideas and see if any of them stuck with Cael. Even if she didn't seem overjoyed by the things, if something even remotely appealed, that was what they'd be doing.

"There's more soda in the fridge," she offers then as she sits down. "As for me Cael, I'm fine... and that's not one of those 'throw it out there to hide something' fines, I'm actually fine. Obviously worried about you, but that's going to be the case no matter what."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "That sounds better to me," Cael agrees, flashing a brief, small smile. "I mean, I'll probably crash on the water skis - but hey, it's water. How much can it possibly hurt?" she asks - amusement show through for a moment. "Couldn't possibly be as bad as crashing the Wings."
    She makes no attempt to retrieve one of the sodas, moving instead to the table with all of its brochures, and thumbing through them with a curious expression. She holds up one that has copius images of sharks on it - she has to admit. ...that seems kinda fun.
    "I know I'm tough to deal with sometimes," she remarks quietly, "So I'm gonna say this while I'm in the headspace //to// say this - but I do appreciate you doing this, you know."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sharks, oh yeah... drop down into a shark cage to see them swimming around, coming right up to the cage, maybe trying to eat you. Have to sign a release of course, but Sara totally planned that for mid week. If she was going to be eaten by a shark, she wanted to do a few other things first.

She offer Cael a soft smile, "I know. You don't have to say it, I just know. I also know how hard it is for you to say things like that, so thank you. I'll be completely honest, this is partly for me too. I've never been out of New York, well New Jersey and Pennsylvania, but those don't count. I've been places with SHIELD for work, but never a vacation... in fact, first vacation of my life."

She pulls out her phone while she's talking to pull up the hotels app and let the front desk know that carpet cleaning will be required, but it's all done without looking at her screen more than a couple quick times.

"I've never been water skiing either, or surfing, or snorkeling... and oh, what do you think about the 'shark tank' tour?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Me neither, honestly," Cael admits. "I mean. My childhood wasn't exactly filled with trips to Disneyland and the like - you know?" She's silent for a little bit, a flyer for some sort of 'dolphin cove' experience in her hand - though she's gazing through it without seeing it, turning over something in her mind.
    "I've said you're my friend - haven't I?" she asks in a quiet voice. "I mean - I've actually said it. Right?"
    She glances at Sara for a moment, then turns her attention to the flyer about the tank. "I've heard shark skin feels weird? It could be neat to actually get to touch one," she remarks more brusquely, and in a louder voice.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Looking through the fliers Sara finds the other two that have to do with sharks, and slides them over to Cael. "You've never really said, you've hinted at it. I think the closest you got was saying that you wanted to be able to believe I was your friends." It was the truth, but was it the right thing to say? That's always the issue with Sara, she tries to speak the truth even if it's not a welcome thing. Sometimes the truth hurt, this time wasn't one of those really, it just was.

"Another time you said that if you were going to call someone a friend, it would be me, then you went in your room... so I took that one to mean I was your friend," she then adds with a smile.

"Okay, so we're going swimming with the baby sharks, and then we're going into the shark cage, those are totally happening."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "You, and Sam," Cael confirms quietly. "...and Jon." She takes a deep breath in, and lets it out slowly. "He, uhh... He was saying he thinks it's not really feasible to work as closely together as we have to in SHIELD and not become friends." There's a hint of uncertainty in her voice there - after all, there are plenty of Agents, and only the people she mentioned who she'd actually consider a //friend//. Doesn't stop her from working with the others. "So it shouldn't stop him from still being able to help me."
    She sure hopes not anyways. Finding another therapist who would believe an angel stole her from her bad at night, made her willingly nail herself to a cross, and then compelled her to drive a spike through her friend's shoulder? That would be tricky.
    "That'll be a lot of time with sharks. Should be fun. I'd think."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A soft nod. Sara figured Sam was on the list as well, but she was really glad to hear Jon added to it. They had been dancing around the concept of friendship for a while, she'd watched the ballet that they'd been doing without fully understanding why. The idea of having to find another therapist however, that finally explained it to her.

She twists the lid off her Coke to take a drink, then sets the bottle on the table while looking at some of the other fliers. "You and Jon," she says as she looks over the two hours Polynesian Culture ATV tour information. "That's the extent of those I call friends. Wade's the boyfriend, totally different category." She slides the flier over to see if Cael is interested.

"Want to learn to hula? We could get Wade into a grass skirt and everything."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael opened her mouth to dismiss the idea of hula lessons out-of-hand - until she proposes the idea of Wade in a skirt. Her mouth snaps shut, then opens again to let out a quiet laugh. "God damnit Sara," she protests. How the hell does she know how to sell her on something that easily? "I- //Maybe,// alright? Maybe." She shakes her head, and rolls her eyes broadly, before flashing the woman a brief smile.
    "Jon said something about trying to fix things so you won't lose your job over this. Something about classifying the case... I hope it works."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara wiggles her brows and slides the hula pamphlet toward Cael as well. Secretly, she wanted to see Wade shirtless in a grass skirt trying to hula, so that made it much easier to throw him to the wolves... well, to Cael's twisted humor anyway. She knew the woman, it was as simple as that.

"I sent a report to my captain before we left this morning," she says after a moment of thought. "I informed him that SHIELD was likely claiming the case due to the situation in Hell's Kitchen, as it was all linked. That's also how I told him I'm part of SHIELD. My captain's not a bad guy, he just get pressure from higher up regarding me, so has to keep me under his thumb, so to speak."

Looking up from the flyer on parasailing, which also gets slid toward Cael. "I won't lose my job over this," she finally states. "But when I get back, we're going to have a 'talk' about my cases, my work, my connection to SHIELD, etc., etc., etc.. I'm fine with that, it might be time for him to know some of the truth. I mean... NYPD isn't completely stupid, they know about the aliens out there and that there are things that go bump in the night, they just don't know how to handle them."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Right. Good - I'm... I'm glad to hear that," Cael admits. "I know the NYPD's important to you. Your father... the tradition. I don't- wouldn't want you to lose that." She's just sort of shuffling around the fliers at this point - though her gaze does linger for a while on the parasailing, the kite surfing...
    She takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly before she adds, "Well, since this is your vacation too... What is it that //you// most want to do?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A soft smile touching Sara's face as she looks over the fliers, but her mind went straight to her father. He'd been a beat cop, never made detective, but he'd worked hard his whole life only to be killed by the White Bulls. That was another time, another thought, leave it for later.

"I want to do as many things in these fliers as we can manage," she states plainly with a laugh. "I started grabbing them by what looked good. I don't think we'll be able to do it all, but everything that we can... and pictures of everything we can take."

Emerald eyes settle on Cael, "I want to do it all with my friend. I'll admit, parasailing, hang-gliding, those water jet-thingies are top on the list, right up there with touch a shark and get Wade into a grass skirt."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael lets out frustrated sigh, and rolls her eyes. "Fiiiine. We'll learn how to... dance," she relents, making a face. "...but I'm bowing out at the 'last minute' after we've already got him dressed, so I can just sit back and enjoy... popcorn or whatever the fuck they have on offering." The rest sounds great to her.
    "Thanks for getting me out of New York for a bit. And I'm sorry if I- when I- I don't mean to be difficult. Ummm - we just got to make sure we leave me an hour or so to talk to Jon. You know? I, uhh - I expect I'll be needing it."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara claps her hands together and rubs them almost evilly against one another. "Excellent, that is perfectly acceptable," she agrees. "I'll dance with him, you can chow down and watch us both suck at it... in grass skirts."

Grabbing the Coke she takes another drink then sits back in the chair. "I have a two hour time slot after lunch, before afternoon, early evening activities all set aside. If you need to talk to Jon, you've got the time... and if you need more time then that, take it."

A slight pause, a moment more to think about her words and a soft smile is offered. "You don't have to thank me, but... all the same, you're welcome. I know this is a hard time for you, and you're already a stubborn, difficult woman at times," smiles shifts to a broad grin. "but it's alright, because I accept you just the way you are, so don't worry about that, okay?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    Chow down - and film. She'll definitely be filming.
    Cael clears her throat. "I think the word you're looking for is 'bitch'?" she offers in a deadpan tone. "But I, uh... I appreciate that." She takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly. She can manage this - with a minimum of explosive outbursts, she hopes.
    "Anyways. I think I'll change, and go for a jog on the beach. I just- I need to move." She pushes herself back up to her feet, making her way towards her own room to do that without any further preamble. She //assumes// Sara will simply accompany her on the jog. She can't blame her friends for their paranoia over her wellbeing, after all...