"Beach stuff?" Keiran replied with a laugh, wondering what James counted as 'beach stuff' if he thought it was something he probably couldn't do. In Keiran's opinion, 'beach stuff' seemed to be either sitting around doing nothing or swimming, the former which James seemed capable of. Though the mental image of James riding a jet ski trying to lasso a shark erased any other thoughts Keiran might have had, and he laughed again. " Around the dorsal fin, obviously." The Australian pointed out, making a gesture to explain what he meant, "I guess maybe you'd have to use a special nonslip rope or something, though." Since he was pretty sure the rope would slip off otherwise.
"You'd also have to wear the hat and chaps but with your swimmers." Keiran continued, totally invested in the great mental image. Ocean Cowboy, now that was a movie he'd watch.
Enjoying himself with the irreverent conversation, Keiran happily took another shot when the glass was refilled. A drink or two was fine, and he would totally keep count of how many he was having! He was responsible - generally...
James' spluttered response startled him a moment, and he dropped the shot glass back on the table with a loud clunk as he quickly glanced back to his host - momentarily worried he had said something wrong. Maybe he wasn't supposed to ask about the pants! Keiran waited for James to recover from the painful experience of snorting up alcohol with an amused grin. "You a'right?" He asked, perhaps a little rhetorically since James did seem to be breathing fine now.
"Oh!" Keiran exlaimed, "Horndogs!" That made more sense than anything he had come up with in his head, "I thought they might've been like, you know that rabbit with the antlers, that thing? But horndogs make waaaay more sense." Keiran nodded and then grinned before adding, "Gift from the wife?" It was an entirely innocent inference, but it was also a very nice conversational way to find out if someone was single...
"You'd also have to wear the hat and chaps but with your swimmers." Keiran continued, totally invested in the great mental image. Ocean Cowboy, now that was a movie he'd watch.
Enjoying himself with the irreverent conversation, Keiran happily took another shot when the glass was refilled. A drink or two was fine, and he would totally keep count of how many he was having! He was responsible - generally...
James' spluttered response startled him a moment, and he dropped the shot glass back on the table with a loud clunk as he quickly glanced back to his host - momentarily worried he had said something wrong. Maybe he wasn't supposed to ask about the pants! Keiran waited for James to recover from the painful experience of snorting up alcohol with an amused grin. "You a'right?" He asked, perhaps a little rhetorically since James did seem to be breathing fine now.
"Oh!" Keiran exlaimed, "Horndogs!" That made more sense than anything he had come up with in his head, "I thought they might've been like, you know that rabbit with the antlers, that thing? But horndogs make waaaay more sense." Keiran nodded and then grinned before adding, "Gift from the wife?" It was an entirely innocent inference, but it was also a very nice conversational way to find out if someone was single...
