BEACH BAD, BEACH BAD [OPEN]

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To say Vader was out of his element was the understatement of the millennium. He'd taken refuge under a large umbrella and was seated in his his chair as though it were the Emperor's own throne. Under the pretense of meditating, he was keeping a three-foot radius of space around him sand-free.

His beach towel would stay immaculate until he got someone else's blood on it.

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[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

"I will not speak of that man," Vader seethed, "other than that I do not wish to see him anywhere near my son!"