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Eve Wilkins	Word of the beach party filtered out through the school in the normal fashion. The popular kids who were throwing it invited who they wanted to be there. Word of mouth spread news of the event after that. Not so much people being as invited, as just being able to show up if they chose. Students keeping it quiet from adults as a few of them would definitely be trying to bring booze. The sun goes down and Eve finds herself zooming over the ocean surface, heading back towards Happy Harbor. She glances at her watch, seeing the time. "Well, fashionably late anyway," she murmurs to herself as she adjust here course to head for a spot beside the beach that is normally deserted at this hour. She lands and a halo of pink light passes up her body, turning her costume into a pair of sandals and a bikini with a wrap about her hips, and a cropped t-shirt that still leaves her navel bare, the shirt adorned with a faded image of a puppy winking. Eve walks over onto the sand, flipping the sandals off and floating them up to her hand to carry them as she walks over to where the others have gathered. A pair of bonfires are going and a few vehicles have been pulled up nearby, one supplying music. Trucks have coolers, and one has a pony keg. Mostly upper classmen. The popular kids for sure, and the semi-popular. And then those who braved the event but don't really fit in.
Mark Grayson	So... Mark Grayson had heard about this party. Even got an -invitation- after his wonderful performance at the swim PE class after word got around that he might get offered the team captain position, despite accidentally using a bit too much of his powers. Of course, he figures that this might be his chance with Eve, but....agh, it's all so complicated. But, rather than do homework or any of that plebian shit, Mark decides to practice fighting crime, especially after he told his parents. While Nolan wanted to show him how to use his powers, Nolan had no powers to show him how to use. Nonetheless, Viltrumite biology is complicated and like a muscle. If Mark wants to fully grow into his powers, or even reach the level that Nolan used to possess, he has to keep pushing his limits. It hits the news that a kid dressed....super horribly in colors of red, yellow, and blue hits the news, apparently stopping an armed robbery (very sloppily) via punching the criminal known as Titan through an apartment complex. No view of the hero's face was seen. So Mark is flying at full speed when he realizes he's spent the day fighting crime rather than going to a party and having a great time. Eve might here what sounds like a sonic boom in the distance, likely due to Mark hitting the ground because he's working on his landings still. By the time he's dusted himself off, Mark is wearing knee-length swim trunks, sandals, and a graphic T-shirt with the Superman logo and a 'Don't mess with the (insert logo here)' graphic design on it. As he walks, he notices Eve talking with some friends and he runs a hand through his hair. "Okay, Mark...just say hi. That's something you can do. You can say hi." He forcefully exhales. "Okay." and he walks forward to Eve with a soft smile on his face. "Hey." Of course, it's Mark Grayson, superhero nerd extraordinare...and he just walked up to the cool kids group. This should be good.
Eve Wilkins	At Eve's approach she's offered a beer in a red plastic cup. Which she accepts and takes a sip. The fire offers most of the light, though there's a half moon just rising above the horizon. A shimmering silver line of reflected light on the ocean leads out to it. "Nah, haven't started my homework yet," she replies to someone. "Is it very tough?" she asks. That's the problem with dealing with the Lizard League. They just don't respect the teenaged schedule. Well, she has time tonight to finish after the party. Eve notices Mark walk up and turns towards him. There might be a comment or two from some of the guys behind her, but Mark receives an easy smile from the young redhead. "Hey," she says. "Look like you need a drink," she says, motioning towards his hands which, as she noticed, are distinctly drinkless.
Mark Grayson	Mark gets a few distant looks by some of the other guys, maybe people who were en route to Eve or maybe just whispering to themselves that some -nerd- like Mark -dared- to get into their circle! So damn rude. But, -Eve- noticed him! She was the nicest popular person he's never met. And the hottest, but that's not here or there. Okay, maybe it's a -little- bit there. "Hey." Mark says back, then he's mentally facepalming himself. He just -said hi- and he just said it again. Thankfully, he didn't sound like he melted at her voice, though she offers that he could use a drink. "Heh, yeah, probably. I'm not too much of a drinker though..I don't see how one can hurt though." Basically, Mark isn't here to get plastered. He doesn't want to make an absolute fool of himself in front of Eve or his friends for that matter.
Eve Wilkins	If Eve noticed the repeated word she doesn't do more than give a faint grin. She goes over to the keg and someone fills another glass for her, bringing it back. "So nice job impressing Miss Croft at the pool," Eve says as she offers the beer cup to him. She takes a sip of her own drink. "Didn't think you did too many sports. Though I guess I don't really know you all that well," the redhead tells Mark. "So are you looking at going to college anywhere after graduation?" she asks, falling back to one of the stables of conversation among the senior class. Who is applying where.
Mark Grayson	"Thanks." Mark tells Eve. Their fingers may softly touch as he accepts the beer cup, but he tries his best not to make a deal about it. He takes a sip of his drink and lightly smacks his lips after. "Tasty." He comments, before he smiles. "Guess I just have a natural aptitude. I'm not really good at a lot of things. Secret talent maybe?" Hd smiles at her. "I'm definitely looking at places. Maybe university upstate, but right now? I'm still kinda figuring everything out, you know? But...you know, if you want to learn anything about me, I'm open." Mark smiles, a slight red touching his cheeks. "How about you? Is college in the horizon?"
Eve Wilkins	The throbbing beat of the music issuing from the speakers in a van that pulled up on the sand cause them to have to raise their voices to be heard as Mark and Eve talk. "I've been aiming that way," she says of college. The girl's green eyes drift away. "I'm probably a little less enthused about it than my parents are though. I could honestly go either way with it. If I don't go to college... well I figure there's other things I could do instead," she says. The other teens at the beach have a head start when it comes to drinking. A number of them are already buzzing, their voices going up in a volume. A couple of guys shove each other around, though it appears to just be horseplay and not an actual disagreement.
Mark Grayson	The music was loud, though it doesn't seem to be -too- loud for Mark quite yet, he can still hear Eve's voice as she talks to him, and she may notice that his entire attention was on her. Not people who might bump into them, not people who may even be trying to move past them or get their attention. Just her. Mark seems to smile. "Honestly, you don't even have to. As long as you have a plan b, you know, so you can live your life as you want to. College isn't for everyone, and from what I hear, is a little bit overrated." Mark chuckles a little bit before he shrugs. "Parents are always going to push it, I think. Likely because they want whats best for you, others because its a weird money thing." He seems to notice something he says. "Er, that wasn't me trying to talk bad about your parents. I'm sorry if that came off like that." He frowned. Then of course, the other teens are getting a bit wilder by the second. "Should we, uh, go someplace a bit more quiet so we don't have to worry about projectile vomit?"
Eve Wilkins	Eve's lips twist into a wry grin. "No no, talk bad all you want," she kids. "My mom is great. Well, pretty good. My dad and I have a number of differences of opinion. Mostly about my life, of course,' she says with a soft chuckle and a little roll of her green eyes. "Oh well, other people have it worse," she says, looking thoughtful for a moment like she was thinking of something specific. "And just one year to go and then goodbye to high school. College or not." Some of the roughhousing spills over near to them, a guy getting shoved and ending up bumping hard into Eve from behind. Her beer splashes, hitting part of her crop top t-shirt and her exposed navel. "Hey, watch it," she says as she wipes her hand over the sticky beer on her skin. "Yeah, how about if we walk down by the water and I can rinse this off," she suggests, pausing to refill the drink first before looking back to Mark as if expecting him to lead.
Mark Grayson	"Well, at least I have permission." Mark returns her subtle grin, but he seems to nod in understanding. "I hear you there. I tend to disagree with my dad on a lot of stuff too. My mom is overprotective and coddly, especially since-" He -almost- dropped the Omni-Man bomb. WHEW! "Siiince you know, I got to high school. Maybe I just got a bit more aggressive or something, I dunno, but they're always trying to micromanage." Well, when you can punch an asteroid... But he seems to shrug a bit. "True." Then of course, the roughhousing spreads to them! It was inevitable! The beer ends up on Eve and Mark goes 'HEY!' at the offending party, before he looks at Eve. "Absolutely. Come on, before one of these guys try to drag us into a fight or something." He tells Eve as he starts to lead her away from the massive group of the party towards peace and quiet along the shoreline. Hopefully they won't be disturbed here. Of course, only now does he actually realize something. He's alone. With Eve. The hottest girl in school. God help him.
Eve Wilkins	With distance the volume of the music fades, faintly heard but not enough to disturb the solace of the night. The water laps on the sandy beach as the pair walk down to it. A few small sailboats have been pulled up onto the beach. Empty lifeguard towers stand a silent vigil over the empty white sand. Eve walks down to the water, removing her wrap and handing it to Mark if he'll hold it for her, and she wades in a bit wearing the bikini bottoms and the crop top. She splashes some water up on her belly to wash the beer away. "So what classes do you have this year?" she asks, with classes set to start any day now. "Wonder if we have any together."
Mark Grayson	Distance gained! Achievement Unlocked: Smooth. They manage to get to the waters and Mark looks like an absolute -idiot- as Eve takes off her wrap and handing it to him as he gawks at the beauty that was Eve Wilkins. When she actually asks him a question, Mark seems to audibly gulp. "Uh-uhm, ah, yeah, I uh...I'm taking woodworking, AP history, calculus-" He makes a gagging sound at Calculus, probably just trying to be funny. Math ain't for everyone, yo. "PE, Swimming now, apparently, and you know, just the basic class stuff..."
Eve Wilkins	Focused on rinsing the spilled beer from her, Eve didn't seem to notice if Mark might have gawked or stared a bit. Though she eventually had turned back to him and walked back to join him. She takes back the wrap, but just folds it and rests it over a shoulder, then loops her hands about his arm to hold as they walk along the beach. "Oh, you're in woodworking? Me too. Mr. Peterson's 2pm class?" she asks as they walk along. The warm ocean water laps up on the beach around their feet, washing away the footprints they leave behind as it continually smooths the sands over. "I wish I was better with math. Science I like a lot, but it just kind of comes naturally to me," she says. "Once I have to start doing equations and all it is a little less interesting."
Mark Grayson	Mark was -staring- hard. All of her curves and all of her edges, all of her perfections and perfect imperfections. If Mark was a more opinionated guy, he would've told Eve right from the get go how attractive she was, by way of personality and even by way of appearance. Of course, plenty of guys (and gals!) probably tell Eve the exact same thing and he doesn't want to be like everyone else. But he can't deny his attraction to her. Was she attracted to him? If he asked her out, would she say no to his face and laugh? So many questions, so many alternatives. All it took was fifteen seconds of courage for better or for worse. "I-I am, yeah." He feels her breast sometimes brush against his arm and he seems to gulp audibly, especially since she was so close to him. His eyes turn to look at her, he was nervous. His breath was caught. Its like he couldn't talk to her...yet she was the easiest person in the world to talk to. Was he losing his mind? "I-I-I hear you there. I uh..I really hate math, actually. Thats why I didn't join Chemistry, Chemistry is just math on steroids you know? Or at least, might be different for you, but I've always kinda struggled." She can feel that his arms seem much more...firm than they probably should be, not soft. There was strength there..and definition. Weird, he didn't have that a few weeks ago. Is this why he wears longsleeves all the time?
Eve Wilkins	Eve Wilkins is smiling as they walk along the water. The soft, warm breeze stirs her red hair where it falls loose about her shoulder. That distinct salty ocean scent washing over them. "Chemistry just kind of... clicks for me," Eve admits. "Ever since I was a kid, even. But it turns out that and some of the other science classes are about the only things I really excel at with school. Oh well, not like I want to go be a professor somewhere," she says, looking over to shine that pretty smile over at Mark. Up ahead a catamaran sailboat has been pulled up on shore just out of the reach of high tide. As they walk up to it, Eve lets go of Mark's arm, moving over to take a seat on one of the pontoons, facing Mark. Off in the distance the bonfire they left is just a twinkling spot of light, hard to even make out the people around it. "This is nice. Better than hanging out with everyone over there," she says with a tiny nod of her head towards the fire. Her eyes come back to Mark, glancing at him for a moment before lifting back to his eyes. "Weird how we never really crossed paths that much before."
Mark Grayson	Walking along the water with Eve is a terrifying and exciting experience. The way her soft hair (at times) would come and brush against his skin, shaking a little bit as he walked with her. If he told the guys about this, not a single one of them would believe that Mark Grayson and Eve Wilkins were on a date (?). He's probably making about ninety different assumptions, but he...he really enjoys this. He likes just being with her. "Heh, f-fair enough...though uhm, you know, if you wanted to be ap rofessor, you probably could and you'd probably nail it to the wall." He chuckles, apparently having a great deal of faith in Eve's ability. Word gets around. He notices a catamaran apparently on the shore, chucklinga little bit. "Always wanted to ride on one of these." Mark tells her then as he moves to sit down on it next to her, looking over at Eve for a moment as he slowly seems to try and put his arm around her. What? She might be cold! It was dark! He might get slapped. "Y-Yeah. I uh, I would agree." his hand pauses, not -quite- making it but she might notice the effort anyway. "I guess I was just a little too shy to talk to you." He locks eyes with her. "I feel kinda ashamed I haven't until recently..."
Eve Wilkins	Eve Wilkins's eyes are gazing back out at the water when Mark's arm starts to drift over about her. Sort of but not quite going around her. But moving far enough that when she does look back over to him, it probably seems apparent what he was doing. After a moment, the slender teen leans over into the fold of Mark's arm, relaxing there. "Shy? You?" she asks, a slender eyebrow lifting slightly but a tiny grin on her face that might suggest she's teasing him. Maybe. A little. "Does that mean that you wanted to talk to me?" she asks, apparently putting him on the spot. That little quirk at the corner of her lips continues, the small grin. Of course she dated that one meathead Rex off and for a few years.
Mark Grayson	Shit. SHE KNOWS. ABORT MISSION, ABORT! Cue the mental slap of his internal, braver self trying to hype up Mark from within. "W-well, you know, I uh...well.." His face turns beat red as he briefly looks away from her to the water, then back to Eve personally as he looks her in the eyes. "Y-yeah...well, you know, if you want I can talk to you, its like.." He sighs. "I really like you, Eve. I know you're way, way, WAY out of my league, but you're cute, you're funny, you're nice to me." He really, really, REALLY hopes he's not fucking up right about now. He knows she dated Rex off and on...dear god, please let this be one of the 'off' periods. "I know I also probably don't have much of a chance with you, but...you know, I really like you." Mark looks Eve in the eyes, and he's brave enough to finish what his arm was doing and try and wrap it around her, hand on her opposite hip and he looks like he's holding his breath. He might suffocate. But how could he breathe? He just told probably the girl of his dreams that he liked her, and now the ball was in her court.
Eve Wilkins	He can feel the fit teenaged girl rest there within the fold of his arm as he rests his hand down on her hip. Eve is looking up into Mark's eyes as he talks, that small smile still held upon her delicate features. "You're a pretty nice guy Mark," she tells him. Which... what does that mean? Is she saying she likes him? Is she about to send him off to the Friend Zone like Superman sends off General Zod to the Phantom Zone? "I guess you'll have to ask me out then and find out," she tells him, the pretty girl's head tilting to the side just a bit as she smiles up at the taller teenaged boy. She reaches over and rests her fingers lightly on his chest as she looks at him.
Mark Grayson	Ah fuck. He's a 'nice guy'. The eternal damnation that is the friendzone awaits him now! What is he going to do? What -could- he do in this moment? The answer was simple: Absolutely nothing. The ball was completely in her court, and she seems to still smile at him, but when she tells him that he'll just have to ask her out and find out if he has a shot with her. He can hear Admiral Ackbar in his head. IT'S A TRAP! But...she was so sweet and friendly. What reason did he have not to trust in her words. He takes a moment to breathe. Breathing is important. He doesn't breathe, he might die. Granted he can hold his breath for QUITE some time, but...this was Eve, not outer space or trying to clean some dirty laundry that was sitting for too long. He feels her gentle fingers touch at his chest, once again she feels strong muscle under his shirt. "W-would you....uhm...like to go out with me?"
Eve Wilkins	Moments like waiting for an answer to that question can seem to drag out and take forever. Heart thundering in one's ears. But in reality it doesn't take long at all Eve's smile to widen and for the beautiful teen to nod her head towards Mark. "I'd love to go out with you Mark," she tells him. The girl's green eyes shine warmly at him and she relaxes there with his arm about her. Her legs swing, feet not quite touching the sand while sitting on the pontoon next to Mark. "So not too shy then," she says, the little smile breaking out into a bigger grin. "What do you have in mind for our date?" she asks. And possibly putting him on the spot!
Mark Grayson	It takes -forever-. At least for Mark. A few seconds is a -long time- when something this serious is laid out on the table. Yet when Eve actually says the magic words, Mark's expression seem to go from terrified to downright overjoyed! His smile widens, and he seems to laugh. "You would? That's great!" Then he checks himself and seems to curb himself in order not to be weird around Eve. "I-I'm really glad." Her legs seem to swing a bit as she sits next to him. "N-Not that shy I guess..." Then she asks him: what should they do for a date? SHIT. Okay, Mark. Breathe. Think of something nice and cute, but not -too- cute. Uuuhhmmmm. He feels his brain blank out, yet filled with an immediate urgency to say -anything-, do -anything-, to satisfy the question. "We could do maybe a nicer dinner, or we can try Karaoke? Or a movie?" Or all three?!
Eve Wilkins	Eve Wilkins's smile grows. It shines at Mark, the pretty girl's attention on him fully. Like he's the only person in the world. "How about dinner and the movie. We can work our way up to Karaoke. See what kind of singing voices we have another time," she says with a grin. Eve brushes her hair on Mark's side behind her ear so it doesn't flop in the way of looking at him. "You can pick the movie, I trust your judgment," she says. Her head tilts to the side a little bit and she gives Mark a little bit of a sly look. "So this must be why William was talking you up so much lately," she says. Her fingers resting on Mark's chest give a little tap as she grins at him.
Mark Grayson	Eve's smile. Mark could melt just at the sight of it. Does this mean she's his girlfriend? No, no that's probably infinitely too fast. They haven't even gone on the first date yet! But Mark smiles a little bit when she agrees to go on a dinner -and- a movie date with Mark! Is he dead? Is this the only reason why this is happening? "I get to pick the movie? W-well, maybe for your sake, what kind of movies do you like?" He moves a little bit closer to her, probably instinctually, since he realizes he's probably not going to get run over by Eve for being close to her. Especially since her fingers resting on his chest g ive him a little tap. "He's known I've been crushing on you for years." Mark reveals that information without thinking. WHAT THE FUCK MARK?! "...that came off as extremely weird, didn't it?"