[Dante's out at the beach long before that hour's up, but he doesn't mind. There's something about the sound of waves on the beach that he's grown to like, something about their unceasing nature. Whenever Pen gets there, he'll be camped out on a fairly large rock, a couple bottles beside him. One is a fresh bottle of gin; the other, her Fireball.
It's not until she's pretty close that he glances up at her.]
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[Dante's out at the beach long before that hour's up, but he doesn't mind. There's something about the sound of waves on the beach that he's grown to like, something about their unceasing nature. Whenever Pen gets there, he'll be camped out on a fairly large rock, a couple bottles beside him. One is a fresh bottle of gin; the other, her Fireball.
It's not until she's pretty close that he glances up at her.]
Hey.