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]

[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?

[conesoldstober]

[That earns him another winning smile.]

Something of the sort, yes. Pass it back over.

[He'll even scoot in closer to make it easier for you.]

[daytoday]

[Ray snorts and shakes his head, but he's passing it back.] Yeah, yeah...

[conesoldstober]

[He lets his shoulder fall against Ray's as he takes a long, slow drag, letting it settle deep into his lungs. He's still working on smoke rings, but he gets one or two before he hands it back.]

[daytoday]

Show-off.

[Isn't that a little close, Howl? Not that Ray particularly cares, at least not now. He takes another drag when he gets the joint back, though he's not really sure if he actually needs any more; this really is some quality shit.]

Shotgun?

[conesoldstober]

Is there any time when I'm not?

[He tilts his head, inspecting the side of Raymond's head before he shrugs.]

Yeah, alright.

[He's up on his knees in an instant, leaning over the other boy.]

[daytoday]

Still.

[He takes another, longer drag off the joint before shifting and tugging Howl further down, locking lips with him to breathe that smoke right into his lungs.]

[conesoldstober]

[A firm hand grasps around Ray's neck, holding them locked together as he breathes it in, holding it as long as he can before he's pulling back to breathe the rest of it out in a stream over his head.]

[daytoday]

[That hand on his neck feels nicer than he'd like to admit. As do those lips on his. Still, maybe they're both high enough that Howl won't give a shit.]

That was hot.