Um, let's pretend it isn't night time. (x
"Ugh, no Jace, eat the grapes not the sand!" Conner urges his son, offering him the ziplock bag of fresh green grapes and raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"They're yummy! See?" He continues, picking a grape and plopping it in his mouth to show him. As he chews, he dramatically hums to demonstrate just how delicious the plump fruit was. Jace, dumbfounded and not impressed, simply shouts a "No!" and scrambles to his feet, grabbing his red beach ball and darting off to throw it at the seagulls. Ethan chuckles to himself, packing up whatever was left of their snack and stands himself, careful not to kick any sand onto their picnic blanket. He glances around, taking in the couples taking a stroll holding hands, the children basking in the sand, a cookout a bit farther down the beach. Then, glancing back over at Jace he notices him chatting up a young woman cradling a camera in her hands. She was crouched by the seagulls, probably trying to photograph them. Conner strides over to the duo, scooping Jace up and throwing him over his shoulder, securely holding onto him as he flashes the woman an apologetic smile.
"Sorry 'bout that. He's rather friendly." He says, looking the girl up and down. She was beautiful. Dark waves cascaded down her back, her smile warm, her eyes entrancing- it took everything he had to pull his own off of them. Clearing his throat, he averts his attention to the camera and nods toward it.
"You into photography? I took the class in high school but hated it because the teacher made us write random essays about stupid shit... I mean stuff." Conner corrects himself, grinning and looking over his shoulder at his son whose eyes were practically bugging out of his head.
"Bad word, Daddy!" He yells, playfully slapping his father's back and shuffling his legs accusingly, squirming as he tries to slip out of his Conner's grasp.