Operation: Beach Episode

Lucio and McCree couldn't help but to be excited for a vacation, both wearing sandals and swimming trunks and the dorkest expressions on their faces. Lucio in his green trunks with frogs on them and McCree with simple red ones. Gabriel, on the other hand, wore dark grey swim trunks. He didn't care if he smoked while over at the beach, clearly not bothered by it anymore.

But Lucio and McCree couldn't be any happier. Lucio rambled on and on about volleyball and ice cream while McCree listened with a smile on his face. The two ended up closer than they thought they would, where McCree considers the musician as a little brother and vise versa.

Gabriel stayed deadly quiet, letting out a small puff of smoke from the corner of his lips as he listens to the conversations nearby. Why did he want to come along? No idea. Oh right, because McCree dragged him along. That's the only reason why he's here and in this.. swimming trunks. Oh well, who doesn't need a vacation anyway.

Jack looked...ridiculous, and frumpy as he stood there in his 76 swim trunks, a hawaiian shirt and a pair of aviator sunglasses. He was at peak grandparent, as he set his hands on his hips, lips pursed. Right this was a good spot, he put up a beach umbrella, then a folding chair and finall he put his towel on the chair; the cooler was set next to it and he waved at McCree and Lucio; eyes glancing over the cowboy with an approving nod. A glare for Gabriel, and sigh at Junkrat, could he ever swim?

Well 76 would keep an ear out for him, as he set himself down on the chair in the shade, opening his cooler and pulling out a cheap beer. Perfect, cracking the can open he took a long swig and sighed satisfied. "Now this, is perfect," he said, content.

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George and Ansell were walking together over the hot sand, both wearing similar get ups. Ansell was too small for the trunks he was wearing so they were tied tight as possible, he otherwise had a huge floppy sun hat and ridiculous sunglasses. Seems he'd already wasted money at one of those beach shacks. Without clothes the significant amount of terrible burns and scarring were made a lot more obvious, including the metal badge that had been melted into his chest. Thongs slapping against his heels he noted Junkrat and hustled over with a wave.

George had shorts and a tank top, seemed he wasn't planning on swimming so much as he meandered over to 76's little shade spot, snatching a beer. "You mind?"

"Nope."

And that was that, george laid out the towels and sat down watching the surf rolling against the shore.

It had been a long time since she'd just had downtime to sit and relax and do nothing...hopefully she remembered how to just take it easy and let herself not worry about everything for the day.

Ana made her way down the beach to join the others, wearing a large but more stylish sunhat and a wrap over a swimsuit, in case she decided to go down into the water later on in the day. She'd brought with her a bag of various things as well as one of those folding lounge chairs that she set up near Jack's umbrella. She couldn't help but stare a little at his shirt...it was certainly...noticeable.

She looked away from him to see who else was already there, waving to the others as she set up her chair and settled down into it. The sun was warm, the water looked pretty, her friends were here...this was nice.

Junkrat was completely unaccustomed to beaches and the ocean, so he looked a little wonderstruck when he saw the sea stretching out, "THERE'S SO MUCH FUCKIN' WATER!" He shouted, a bit louder than he'd meant to really, but he was excited. He hadn't dressed much different than he normally did, though he'd been given proper swim shorts instead of the ones he normally wore, and sported his own pair of aviators.

He turned when he noticed Ansell's wave and returned it eagerly, he looked absolutely ridiculous, but he'd never seen the man happier, "oi! Ansell, mate!" He was about to run to meet him when he heard the hiss and crack of a can being opened, grinning and turning a moment to dig in Jack's cooler for a beer, without asking of course, "aye yer a real saint bruv!" He snickered, his taste in beer was atrocious, but he could deal.

He gave a wave to Lucio too when he spotted him, "OI LUCIO! Over 'ere!" He grinned as he took a huge gulp of Jack's shitty been before anyone had a chance to tell him not to drink, he was a grown ass man after all.