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

[conesoldstober]

Fair enough. Beer's in the cooler, help yourself.

[Also a bottle of vodka and whatever else he figured no one would see missing.]

[waitedforyears]

Gotcha.

[ Look who's already reaching into the cooler— and getting out baileys because that's better than vodka. or beer. ]

Your dad's my favourite, this is pretty sweet.

[conesoldstober]

You actually like that toss, Pond? My respect for you just plummeted.

[waitedforyears]

I'm a girl, you don't get to judge me for liking girly drinks, shut up.

[conesoldstober]

I can and I will. Just watch me.

[waitedforyears]

I'll force-feed you the stuff if you get annoying, fair warning.

[conesoldstober]

Amy, you wouldn't.

[He fixes his bottle-green eyes on her with his best pout going.]

[waitedforyears]

Would, too.

[ Looking back, eyebrows raised in challenge. ]

[conesoldstober]

I may need to revoke best mate status, in that case.

[He pulls one of the joints he rolled earlier from his pocket and hunts around for a lighter.]

[waitedforyears]

Don't worry, I'd do it in the nicest way possible. [ You know, transferral of liquid while kissing. That counts. ]

You gonna share that?

[conesoldstober]

What am I getting back?

[waitedforyears]

Pleasure of my company not enough?

[ Look, she'll just. Move to sit in his lap. How's that? ]

[conesoldstober]

It's a start.

[He sticks the joint in the corner of his mouth as he lights it, free arm wrapping around her waist.]

[waitedforyears]

So, what would make it better?

[ Leaning against him. ]

[conesoldstober]

[He does his best nonchalant, even as his heart rate's picking up. He takes a deep drag of the spliff before he passes it over.] Now that his mouth is free there's a great bit along her collarbone he's been meaning to latch onto for a while now.]

[waitedforyears]

[ By all means. The hand not holding the joint is tangling in his hair, and she's letting her head fall back a bit while taking a long drag. ]

[conesoldstober]

You've already been in the water.

[It's mumbled into her collar bone, hand trailing up her back between her shoulder blades.]

[waitedforyears]

Yeah. [ She's arching ever so slightly into the touch. ] You want another drag?

[conesoldstober]

Yeah, man. Hand it over.

[waitedforyears]

There y'go. [ Which means he'll have to lift his head, but her hand can stay in his hair, right? Good. ]

[conesoldstober]

[He takes a long drag, tilting his head up to watch under her jawline.]

You wanna shotgun?

[waitedforyears]

Thought you'd never ask.

[ Leaning in to kiss him. ]

[conesoldstober]

[His lips lock over hers, parted already as he blows in the rest of the smoke. His fingers keep trailing up and down her back, liking the way his hands slips on her slightly wet skin.]

[waitedforyears]

[ If she's shivering, that's just the wind cold on wet skin, all right, nothing to do with anything else. ]

[conesoldstober]

[He has to pull back eventually, give her time to blow it out. His hands stay where they are locked around her waist as he kisses along her neck.]