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

[wearafeznow]

[ She's all wet and ... all wet ... ]

Uhm, yes!

[waitedforyears]

[ And wearing a bikini. ]

Good on you. This is looking almost like a proper party.

[wearafeznow]

[ Dazed. ]

Yeah, doesn't it? Everyone looks like they're having a jolly time.

[waitedforyears]

[ You don't mind, do you, Doctor?

She'll just. Lie back on your towel. ] I love the beach.

[wearafeznow]

It's very -- sandy.

[ He's awful at this, okay? ]

[waitedforyears]

Hey, relax. [ He is. ]

[wearafeznow]

I am totally relaxed, I am so relaxed, I am cool.

[waitedforyears]

Sure you are. C'mon, have a drink, go swimming, enjoy yourself, yeah?

[wearafeznow]

Y-yes, a drink, a drink sounds good.

[waitedforyears]

There y'have it, good man. [ She'll stretch to reach the bottle of ... something that she left in the sand earlier.

Enjoy the view. ]

[wearafeznow]

[ He is probably flushing the brightest red anyone has ever blushed, which isn’t necessarily a good thing. ]

Thanks.

[waitedforyears]

[ Well. Well, look at that. ]

No problem. [ A beat, and then with a bit of a dirty grin. ] Are you all right?