A/N: This story is the second in a loose series of three, all me meant to either stand alone or together. The first story chronologically is You Asked, the this one and then Meet the Boyfriend (coming later, as is not finished yet) They are all linked a bit, but they were actually started as separate stories. Enjoy! All characters belong to Diane Duane, like always.
"Hey, Dair, Kit, 'Mela, Ronan and I are going to the beach, you wanna join?" Nita half yells across the house.
"Go and be a hardcore 3rd wheel for two different couples? Uh no thanks," Dairine responded almost instantly.
"You could invite Roshaun and then it would just be three couples," Nita teased.
Dairine squished down that feeling that was becoming harder and harder to suppress and answered her sister, "you of all people should think that it's really quite annoying when people say things like that to you, given how many years you had to deal with the same thing!"
"So you do like him then, because I'll admit that I like Kit."
"Well, duh, since you're dating!" Dairine was becoming increasingly glad that her dad was at work.
"Oh, just invite him so we can go!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Dairine called for Spot and typed out her message.
To: Roshaun ke Neliad am Seriv am Teliuyve am Meseph am Veliz am Teriaunst am det Nuiiliat…
From: Dairine Callahan
A few of us are headed to the beach to hang out for a while, if you would like to come. Bring a swimsuit (bathing garment) and a towel.
Then, she headed upstairs and searched through her closet for a swimsuit. She came up with an old bikini, now much too small, and her faded stretched out one piece. Neither was great for any sort of public place. She stormed into Nita's room, and held up the offending swimsuits.
"Oh dear," Nita said with a lack of sympathy, "those are not the right type of swimsuits for impressing Ro-" she cut off at Dairine's look.
"These are not the right kind of swimsuits for wearing outside my room."
Nita laughed, "you're probably right about that. Good thing 'Mela has the Crossings on worldgate delivery service. She can get you something in no time."
Just then, Spot trundled in, "incoming message."
Dairine looked through her mind link to Spot and saw the message.
To:Dairine Callahan
From: Roshaun ke Neliad am Seriv am Teliuyve am Meseph am Veliz am Teriaunst am det Nuiiliat…
I would be interested in partaking in this event, should there still be availability.
"He doesn't have to be so formal," Dairine muttered, then louder, "Spot tell him we will be waiting for him. Send."
"Actually, if you don't get changed, only I will be," Nita remarked.
Dairine gave Nita one of her patented death glares and left for Kit's house.