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]

You're Charlie's mate, yeah?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[He would have expected to get ridiculed. Howl gets points for that.]

Yeah, I am. You know her?

[conesoldstober]

[He prefers to save up ridicule for later use.]

We're mates, yeah. You need a drink?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[...oh.]

A drink would be nice, thanks.

[conesoldstober]

Watch out.

[A can of beer is being tossed in your direction.]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[lkjasfdsg don't just throw things at him! Luckily, he doesn't drop it, but he really damn near does it.]

Thanks.

[Ahem.]

Who are you then? Of her friends?

[conesoldstober]

Howl. You?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Merlin.

[He holds out a hand.]

Nice to meet you.