<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jax, Closed<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Beach<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday, August 1 | After Dark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/alexandra_night_swimming/set?id=134073554)<br/><hr/>Alexandra had left her cabin well after the sun had gone down, wearing little more than a blue bikini, white cut off shorts, and flip flops, with one of her favorite beach towels hung over one arm. She didn’t really get much time to come down to the beach, but there was a brief window  before most of the guests arrived where the water would be empty and the sand devoid of other people… a window where she could swim and duck under the waves in peace. This place was still overwhelming to her, even though she knew deep down that she needed to learn to get used to it. The way so many people were free with their bodies was something she simultaneously envied and simply wanted to ignore.<br/><br/>But now, in the quiet with only the sounds of the water lapping at the sands, she was in love with the beauty of the islands. Most places in the US, if you tried to go in the water after dark it would be freezing, but here the currents were almost always warm, and the water inviting. Stopping just a few feet away from the high tide line, she laid out her towel and kicked off her flip flops before wriggling her shapely hips out of the snug white shorts and dropped them on the towel before turning toward the water.<br/><br/>She walked leisurely down to the water, letting it lap at her toes first, then up to her ankles and calves, and higher still to be over her knees. Wading out in to the water was a joyful experience, and she let out a sigh of contentment before she was up to her waist and simply dove under the small oncoming swell with a slight splash. Pale body moving through the dark water easily, she swam as if she were born to it, and when she finally surfaced, it was with a soft laugh, one of pure glee almost no one at the resort had managed to ever hear from her before. Back paddling, she let herself float on the gentle waves, feeling them carrying her back toward shore, only to have her swim out whenever the current carried her too close to the sandy beach.<br/><br/>Laying there on her back, she stared up at the night sky, taking in the sight of the silvery moon above her and wondering how many writers had seen the moon just the way she was seeing it now and had been inspired by the vision.