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

[charring]

[Yeah about that? Charlie's abandoned her seat on the sand in favor of at least attempting to get away, a faint 'ohshit' muttered as she runs.

Best beach party ever?]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[He thinks so, yes. Very aware that he can catch up with her, he gives her a bit of a headstart before he follows.]

[charring]

[And as Charlie's luck would have it, one of her npcschool friends manages to tread on the hem of her jeans. She trips slightly, trying to push the student off of the dragging fabric and then sighs. They step off too late. Merlin is right there. She hands the student her phone once she has their attention.]

Watch this. Merlin is going to try to drown me and I don't want my phone ruined.

[This gets a laugh from the npcstudent and Charlie turns to face Merlin. She almost looks resigned to whatever is going to happen.]

You are in so much trouble, I'm just going to tell you now.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[They are the most graceful today, aren't they? Merlin laughs as he catches up to Charlie and grabs onto her arm with both of his own to start dragging her.]

I think I'll take whatever punishment you might think of.

[charring]

[they are. Even more graceful together. It's a thing. Charlie's trying to struggle against him, torn between laughing and a mild sense of Do Not Want.]

It'll be awful. I guarantee it.

[It will probably be some harmless prank. She can't do 'awful' when it comes to Merlin.]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[It's alright, he'll be gentle.]

I believe you completely.

[He moves one arm around her shoulder to see if that gives a better grip, and moves to rather push her in front of him instead. Come on.]

[charring]

I hate you just so much right now. [Which they both know is a lie. Still, she's trying to lean back against him, digging her feet into the sand and all. Is it working? She's even trying to squirm out of his arms.]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

I know.

[Now that they're close to the water, he puts the rest of his strength into lifting her up as he steps out into it.]

[charring]

[There's a faint squeak from Charlie, arms immediately tightening around his shoulders and her face burying itself against his neck. She'd be fighting harder if she didn't trust Merlin. Currently, she's resolved herself to her fate and has just tensed up, eyes closed.]

So much trouble. So much---[And there's a jump, eyes widening. The water is just as cold as she expected and she might have resumed her efforts to get away from Merlin.]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Yeah, he's just laughing, and now he's kneeling down to drop Charlie into the water. Yep, pretty cold, have fun with that.]

[charring]

[There's a cut off shriek as she hits the water, arms and legs flailing slightly before her feet find the bottom and she's standing again. She's soaked. And a bit cold and she's trying to glare at Merlin, arms wrapped around herself as she heads back to the shore slowly and carefully. Jeans are difficult to maneuver when they're soaked.]

God damn it. I'm wide awake, now. That's cold.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[He follows, his cackling sounding really quite pleased.]

You weren't awake before?

[charring]

I was comfortably relaxed and a bit sleepy. [Charlie's going to wait until Merlin is out of the water to lean on him. It's entirely his fault, really. She's cold and wet. He's hopefully less soaked. She's stealing body-heat, Merlin. Hope that's alright.]

Having fun?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

There's no use being sleepy yet!

[But, yeah, maybe he has a bit of body heat at least. It's perfectly alright for her to steal some.]

I am.