Skinny Dipping! (Bars, then Open.)

[shaggy]

It had been an accident that had brought them together. The newer teacher, an attractive but too serious for his own good self-defense teacher, had spilled coffee on her. It had been painful, and she wouldn't lie about that. And no matter which way she had put it, explaining to him, whether in a situational pull or not, he did owe her for spilling the molten liquid on her nice top. It had luckily missed her shoes, and had only left her chest with a small red glow, and a fairly small stain as she'd been able to get it out with the help of some club soda. She had taken her chance to pull the “you owe me, given that you just burned me.” With a sly smile, she had asked him out to drinks in honor of his first semester as it seemed it had been going very well.

She wanted the company, and more than anything she wanted to see exactly what would become of the uptight man in a different surrounding. She wasn't sure what exactly to expect, but with her knowledge of human behavior she assumed that he might be seemingly uncomfortable at first, but she fancied him a funny drunk. The type of person that grew a personality and wasn't bad at a party as long as he had a few drinks inside of him. There was of course the chance that he'd be a mean drunk, and she'd end up having to take him home, but no matter how the night turned out she intended to bring the man out for a drink to pull him out of his comfort zone. After a few beers she had forced a couple shots upon him, and after a few shots they moved to the harder liquor. She lost count on her drinks, and by the end of the night the bartender was a good hundred and something heavier in the pocket, and their minds were at a soggy low.

Her words were slurred, and it seemed that everything that was being said had become quite funny. In fact, it had become so funny that she found her chest hurting and her head spinning with each attempt to speak. It had been a good time to leave, and leave they did. She used him quite a few times to keep her steady, finding it hard to even leave the building let alone walk the few blocks down from the bar and towards the school. She had taken them the longer way, wanting to see the evening ocean before she even got home. It hadn't really been a good idea, if she had actually gotten down and thought about it. As soon as the sweet and salty scent of the ocean had wafted into her nose she had found herself on the side of the road vomiting everything she had eaten at the bar. With a wipe of the fingers, she had continued forward, stopping only as they got to the steps that led towards the beach. She hung hard onto the railings, keeping herself steady long enough to fall on her ass midway. She didn't get up too quickly, and instead turned her gaze for her companion. Everything seemed to be in a daze. As if she wasn't really the person in her skin on the steps with her nice dress now covered in sand and probably a little bit of liquor here and there.

Her shoes slowly wiggled from the back of her foot, sliding the arch of her foot.

“Wuh--” She smacked her lips together, attempting to grab back her tongue as if it had gone on vacation for her short walk, “Wow. Preeeetttty isn't ut?”

Her words were slowed as she made every attempt to get them out. It was as if her tongue was working faster than her mind could catch, and nothing seemed to be working just right. She scrunched up her nose, leaning into the side of the steps. Her head hit against the cement a little harder than she intended and she let out a pained groan that quickly turned into a drunken whine. Her eyes kept hard on the barely lit ocean just meters in front of them. The dark waters came in and out. The only sound was of the waves. No animals. No cars. No distractions. It was pleasant. She was unable to keep the smile off her face, her toes letting loose of her shoes. They dangled over the edges and with a quick lift of her body, she felt her head spun. Hugging onto the side of the railing, she almost went tumbling, feeling her knees buckling. She grabbed on tightly to the wall, her arm rubbing against the cement with a painful tug. She groaned again, but this time she got back to her feet and went down the steps ever so slowly. She reached the bottom step, and let her toes sink into the cool sand. It filled the holes, and she sunk them deeper feeling the soft sand turn into the even colder, and wetter sand from below. She turned her head towards him, feeling the dizziness in her head stop her from doing so. She let out a giggle, as her body fell forward once again. Her knees dug hard into the sand, and her palms fell in. Her fingers brushed through the sand, but she slowly pushed herself up and back on her feet. Without as much as a word she reached behind her, unlatching her dress, and zipping it down. It fell around her feet. She turned towards him, the spinning sensation coming once more. She steadied herself, and managed to give him a sheepish grin.

“Wuh-ell."

She choked out her words, "Are you comin'?"

A quick turn of the head, and she steadily moved forward, slowly unclipping her bra and allowing it to fall onto her arms. As she got closer to the ocean, it fell in front of her. She walked right over it, beginning to struggle with her underwear.

[Barsuk Evgeni Yusoupov]

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It all started when he'd decided to go out for some coffee. He was tired, needing a bit of a caffeine rush to set out the painful task of planning the next day's lessons after one student had been a bit whiny over a scraped limb and left another without a partner for sparring practices. He'd started by simply trying to keep his eyes wide, but that didn't work. It never worked. The badger in his head was tired, and it was determined to sleep. That had to change, however, as the human disagreed. Standing up and yawning, Barsuk stretched his limbs and set out for a cup of coffee.

With a heavy sigh, he shrugged off his black blazer and pulled on a more comfortable brown leather jacket with buttons down both sides, his old military jacket. With a small twinge of a smile, his callused hands ran over the softened leather as he buttoned two of the clips. Pushing his hair back, he left for his sweet cup of steaming alertness.

Arriving at the cafe, he ordered a plain cup of black coffee, sitting down while he waited for the others' orders to be taken care of before him. No matter, Barsuk was patient, it was fine. He looked around a little as he waited, watching the people a little. He wasn't one to people watch, but it interested him how much you could tell based on a person by where they went at night. Once his coffee was placed in front of him, he nodded at the person who had handed it to him and paid, standing up.

"Hey, Mr. Yusoupov!" he heard come from across the small cafe as he started walking for the exit with his cup of heaven. "Eh. Privet." he replied softly in an annoyed tone of voice.

"What do you call a Russian bear?"

He sighed, knowing this wasn't one of his students, and for their sake they were lucky they weren't. He would have given them extra drills or detention for even saying that, knowing him. Looking up, he grumbled a few foreign cuss words before narrowing his eyes at the kid. He couldn't have been in his classes, far too young.

"Winnie the PUTIN."

The kid burst out laughing, obviously having been having a few drinks under aged. His laugh was rather obnoxious and made Barsuk want to just walk over there and pimp slap the kid, but he knew that even if the kid was sober that would be a bad idea. Lawsuits + former Soviet = bad.

This outburst made Barsuk glare at the kid as he walked briskly out of the cafe, but it was too bad he didn't make it. He accidentally slammed into one of the other teachers at the academy, a Dr. Sarkozi. Spilling hot coffee all over her top, he jumped back to her fiercely blotting it with a paper towel. It seemed she was rather social, as after the shock left her she used every trick and guilt trip in the book to get Barsuk out for drinks with her. Eventually the man finally agreed, if only to get her off of his back.

So here he was- drinking with a co-worker, forgetting his inhibitions and downing shot after shot after drink after vodka. He even had the audacity to ask for kvass, sadly downing another beer when the place had no clue what he was talking about. A smile all but cracked his face as it grew so big the corners of his mouth seemed to touch his ears. As most people found out for the first time, his laughs were low and frequent, and he seemed to find everything funny, especially his lack of proficiency in the English language when he was nearly hammered like this. "Th- 's dobro~" he said with a laugh. He was trying to say that this flavored beer was good, but all that would come out is ramblings.

When they left, he was left to the task most drunk 6 foot something men are, supporting someone as they walk. Every so often he would wobble precariously as she leaned on him to keep her balance.

Once they got to the beach, he slid down onto the steps with a sigh, downing the rest of a beer bottle he was holding, he set it beside him, not noticing when it wobbled and fell over, rolling off to somewhere unknown. Suddenly she stood, wobbling a bit, and started or the water. "Be c'rful.." he said as he also stood. He followed her to the edge of the water as she let her bra fall and stepped into the water, working on her underwear.

"Are you comin'?"

His eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he fingers suddenly found the top of the buttons on his shirt, pulling a few off and then noticing he needed to take off his jacket first. Yanking it off, he haphazardly folded it and threw it down in the sand, also yanking off his shoes, but otherwise clothed, and attempting to follow her.

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[shaggy]

So, if she would have thought this through just a little bit more, she might have thought about her job. Yes, she was a person of loose morals. Yes, she like her nudity just as much as most people enjoyed a glass of iced water after a warm day outside. Yes, she didn't really do what many people considered “correct”. But, if she would have thought, she would have stopped before she had even gotten drunk that night. She would have stopped after a few drinks and would have been on her way if she knew it would come to this. It wasn't impressively close to the school, but it was close enough. Maybe thinking wasn't in her brain at that moment. Maybe she just wanted to have a little fun with someone that was fun when they were drunk.

Maybe it didn't even matter.

Her toes reached the warm water and they slowly wiggled into the sand below. She felt herself nearly fall over, only to stumble forward into the sand in front of her. Her knees dug into the wet sand and she could see the tide coming back towards her, however slowly it was. She let a yelp escape her lips as she quickly moved in attempt to get to her feet. She drunkenly stumbled forward, unable to get any further than her knees as the water came forward. It wrapped around her legs and towards her hips but didn't go any further as her eyes closed. The warm water wrapped around her for only a few more seconds as it receded just as quickly as it had come.

A laugh escaped her lips, and she moved back slowly, falling on her stomach when she was pretty sure she was safe from getting drowned in only a few feet of water. She looked towards him breathlessly, unable to keep from laughing as she watched how awkward he looked still clothed. Take them off so we can go swimming. Well, that's what she meant to say, but given that her chin was in the sand it came out more as the following.

“Tuk--” she coughed as she felt the salty sand enter her mouth as the tide came back up. She quickly moved forward, falling back into the sand with a thud. Still spitting it out, she spoke.

“Tak'--” She spit again, “Take it offfff.” She nearly whined this time, very unhappy with the sand that was starting to get into certain places that happened to be very uncomfortable.