theme: Wayfarer Sunglasses
"Come on, Rigby," Eileen urged. She stuck her head through the passenger's window, gripping the glass with the apexes of her fingers.
Rigby groaned. "I hate the beach," he insisted, arms crossed. "Too many people- too much sand."
"I can make it worth your while." Eileen opened the van door, waving Rigby forward.
"Fine," he grumbled, unbuckling his seatbelt. His hand reached under the seat, feeling until his fingers wrapped around the sunglasses.
"Great!" Eileen exclaimed. "Maybe we can catch up with the others!"
The beach was packed. People on towels lined the shore up and down, each person accompanied by a frozen treat in attempt to cool themselves off. Rigby sneered.
"Can we find a place away from all of these losers?" he asked the rest of the group. Muscleman and Starla were leading the way, hands clasped together, when Starla came across a spot. "Ooh, Mitch! Over there!" she squealed, pointing to the seemingly only vacant spot. It was wedged between two children playing in the sand, and a teenaged girl outstretched on her towel.
"Great idea, babe," Muscleman agreed, proceeding to kiss his girlfriend passionately.
"Ugh, man! There are children here," Mordecai gagged. "You're just jealous of our love, bro," Muscleman spat back at him, setting down a cooler.
He stripped off his sweaty shirt. "Woo! C'mon, Starla. We've got some water to tread." The couple disappeared into a wave of strangers.
Margaret opened her umbrella, stabbing it into a fresh pile of sand.
"You know, Mordecai," she said to her boyfriend. "Swimming does sound pretty good right about now."
"Yeah! Sure! Let's go," Mordecai stammered.
Ever since they had started dating, Mordecai became like putty in the palms of Margaret's hands. Practically anything she would suggest, he would readily agree with.
Rigby shook his head and laid out his blanket. He plopped under Margaret's umbrella, trying to encase every inch of his body in shade. Margaret turned to Eileen and Rigby.
"Are you two coming along?" she asked.
"Nah."
"I'll stay here with Mr. 'wet blanket'," Eileen told her.
The robin straightened the top half of her polka-dot bikini. "Well, I guess it's just you and me." Mordecai grinned nervously, but allowed Margaret to take his hand and drag him through the crowd.
Rigby shielded his eyes with Wayfarer sunglasses. The rims were coated in ebony, while the center was made up of a lighter thin slab. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. "Wake me up when this is over," he muttered to Eileen. The mole girl took an icy coke out of the cooler and cracked it open.
"I will," she answered.
He didn't expect waking up, buried.
Rigby's head was the only part of his body that stuck out. The rest was blanketed in a mound of sand. He squirmed around, furious that someone had buried him alive while he was sleeping.
He noticed that a shovel and a half-empty coke laid next to the cooler.
Rigby's face tensed.
"Eileen!" he shouted in agony.
A/N: For now on, these drabbles will indeed feature Mordecai and Margaret dating.
hehe oh and I'm really excited to say that I'm leaving the "Come On Eileen" theme for the last chapter! it is planned to be awesome~