Come on and put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans...

[conesoldstober]

When; Thursday evening
Rating; PG-13 for youthful shenanigans
Characters; Howl Jenkins, Amy Pond, and WHOEVER ELSE EVER WANTS IN
Summary; Who cares if it's a school night before exams? Howl's got his hands on beer and there is drunken beach tomfoolery to get up to.
Log;



text;
dad forgot to lock the liquor cabinet again. see you at the peer around 10



action;
[If anyone hits up the beach this evening, they'll find that scrawny Welsh kid soaking up the end of the day rays, mirrored sunglasses perched on his nose. A cooler is next to him, contents carefully guarded until the beach clears out.]


[ooc: Open beach party log! Feel free to assume your character was included in the text, or just have them stumble by and join in. Everyone is welcome!]

Comments

[daytoday]

[Hey, watch where that sand's going.] Yeah? Mind tossing some my way?

[conesoldstober]

[But Raaaaaaaay. That means sitting up! He knocks the top off the cooler and tosses him a can.]

Bring anything to trade, mate?

[daytoday]

[Oh, his life must be so hard.]

Yeah, yeah. [He reaches into his pocket and tosses him the small bag of weed within. Hopefully it won't look too familiar to him.]

[conesoldstober]

Cheers.

[Now Howl is sitting up and throwing an affectionate arm around his shoulder. His friendship is very easily bought, apparently.]

[daytoday]

[Very easily. Not that there'll be any complaints from Ray, of course, not when he's cracking into that beer.]

I want a hit off that, you know.

[conesoldstober]

Obviously, mate. I'm not the sort to keep it all to himself.

[daytoday]

Just making sure. [He always has to be the one to look out for himself, after all. And, as a late addition:] Cheers.

[conesoldstober]

[Howl clinks his can with Ray's, and then returns to shuffling through his jeans for rolling papers. Time to light this sucker up.]

[daytoday]

[That's more like it. Ray knocks some of that beer back and turns his gaze seaward.]

Who else did you text about this?

[conesoldstober]

Dunno, whoever was around.

[Tongue darts out to lick along the rim of the paper as he rolls up.]

I can always count on Amy to spread the word, too.

[daytoday]

[That's hot. Ray knows how Howl feels about come-ons from the same sex, though — or he's pretty sure, at least — so he'll just keep that to himself. For now.]

So... Not just the usual crowd. [Not that he really knows what counts as "the usual crowd."]

[conesoldstober]

What can I say, I get bored easily.

[He flashes Ray a winning grin before he pops the joint into his mouth and lights up.]

[daytoday]

Uh-huh. [He knocks back some more of that beer and looks out to the sea again. Don't want to seem too antsy for that joint, after all.]

[conesoldstober]

[He takes a few deep drags, holding them in good and long before he passes it over.]

Quality stuff, mate.

[daytoday]

[Raymond takes it and does the same, though perhaps not so artfully; he's not quite the experienced toker just yet, after all.]

It should be, I got it from you.

[conesoldstober]

[That gets you a confused look, Ray.]

What're you on about?

[daytoday]

Uh. [Whoops.] Never mind.

[He passes the joint back to him.] You said you got vodka, too?

[conesoldstober]

In the cooler.

[Eyes still narrowing suspiciously at you, Raymond.]

[daytoday]

All right. [He'll keep that in mind for later. Hopefully when Howl isn't looking at him like that.]

What?

[conesoldstober]

Was this the same stash I sold you three weeks ago?

[daytoday]

[Erm.]

So what if it is? [Play it cool, Ray.]

[conesoldstober]

You were supposed to smoke that, loser.

[Rolling his eyes at you, Ray. Seriously pathetic.]

[daytoday]

Hey, nothing wrong with saving it. [Hmph.] Besides, I wouldn't have had any to bring if I smoked it all myself.

[conesoldstober]

This just means that I owe you now. Since it's your weed.

[daytoday]

What, like you wouldn't owe me if I bought it off someone else?