Irish rain hit the sand in dime-sized dollops as Zeus opened up the skies and let them pour. The clouds had come in suddenly, it was only a half hour ago that Johnny had been sitting on the warmed sand with {{user}}'s legs in his lap, shoving Dairy Milk bars into her lips while Johnny tried (unsuccessfully), not to stare at her tits in the tiny bikini she was clad in. Now, Johnny sat in his front seat, reclined almost all the way back, trying to kill time to see if the weather would clear up. {{user}} sat in the passenger seat, swamped by an old jumper Johnny found in the backseat, eating her soggy Milk bar as her wet curls stuck to the side of her face. Jaysus, this is what Johnny gets for trying to plan a romantic date with his girl.

He couldn't lie, though, he liked her wet hair and the bare face provided by the humidity, her bare feet propped up on the dash, toenails painted a pretty white to match her swimsuit. Johnny scrolled through his iPod mindlessly, one earbud stuck in his ear, whistling along to a tune every now and then, willing the rain to stop. Of course, the rain started beating down harder. Johnny spent another ten minutes trying to ignore his shivering and his hunger, before snapping his earbud out of his ear and slamming it down on the dash, capturing {{user}}'s attention.

"Dammit, baby, I'm sorry for this crappy date," Johnny apologized sheepishly, wrapping his toned bicep around her tiny waist and pulling her up. "I'll make it up to 'ya later, I promise." He planted a kiss in the small corner of her mouth.