running down to the riptide

jack's bored. and hungry, too, but mostly bored. carter had made a bee line for the lake literally the second they left the mess hall, and jack wasn't really a big fan of the lake, so now he was heading to the beach. he has his ray bans on, with his 'venice' shirt, the blue sleeves carefully rolled up, and his low-cut converse. along with that, he's wearing his denim shorts, that cut just above his knee. his hair's put up in a bit of an artfully messy quiff, which he had somehow managed to put together in the span of five minutes. sometimes, jack is amazed by himself and his hair-quiffing skills. he walks on the sandy shores and, as usual, there's a bunch of apollo and aphrodite kids playing volleyball. a part of him wants to join them, but then he's like, nah, and he decides to take a seat in the sand. for some reason, he resorts to staring at the sea. it was oodly calming.

jack notices that his younger half sister, liliana, (or lil, as he usually calls her) waving at him. his lips curl into a smile as he waves back. "so, what's up with you today?" she asks. "not much, really," he says, returning his gaze to the sea. "it's been pretty boring. what about you?" jack tilts his head up to look at the sun, his eyes protected by his ray bans. it was kind of warm, even for camp half-blood, and he was from ireland, so he didn't get this that much. he runs a hand through his blonde hair as he waits for lilliana's answer.

jack nods, and says, "yeah, but it's a little hot, though." the (quite ridiculously) warm glow of the sun on his skin becomes more evident, and suddenly he realizes he probably may have needed some sun screen. or maybe he could go for a swim. but then again, he wasn't exactly in attire suitable for swimming, and he was not keen on getting his favourite shorts wet. he glances around the beach, his gaze moving from the lapping waves to the swaying trees and the other campers. and then, somehow, the most random question on earth pops into his head. it had absolutely nothing to do with the beach at all, but he finds himself blurting it out anyway. "so," he says, turning towards liliana, "anybody around camp in particular who you fancy?"

"oh," jack says, smiling widely, "yeah, i've got loads of girls i fancy. but we'd be here for days if i talked about them all. tell me more about this nico kid," he says, lying down in the sand. he places his head underneath his hands, because no way in hell is he getting sand in his hair (his quiff game is way too strong for that). his grin is still on his face, as he stares up at the sun.

"well," jack says, putting on his a cheeky grin, "i bet he isn't as cute as me." his grin turns into a full on smile, displaying his white teeth. he lets out a little chuckle and lays down in the sand again.

jack notices that lil's getting a little bored. an uncomfortable silence settles down on them. well,, he thinks, so much for small talk. his pale, green eyes dart around behind his ray bans. his gaze falls onto the sea, and then two campers playing around in the water. and then an idea pops up into his head. where's the fun in going to the beach and not getting wet? he thinks, as he gets up from his position in the sand. "hey, lil," he says, grinning, "come on." he beckons her forward, as he jogs over to the lapping waves of the sea, where the shore met with the water.