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

[waitedforyears]

If you promise to warm me up after.

[conesoldstober]

I think that's something I can manage.

[And now he's shucking out of his own swim trunks one handed. Because swimming. Obvious.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Hope you don't mind that she's sneaking a good, long look. ]

So, we doing this, then?

[ Because then she's going to get up now. ] Race you in?

[conesoldstober]

[She's only human after all.]

Oi! You got a head start!

[Trunks get kicked the rest of the way off as he makes a beeline after her into the water.]

[waitedforyears]

Should've been faster then!

[ Throwing herself into the water with a shriek and a lot of laughter. ]

[conesoldstober]

Bloody hell! That's a shock to the system. It was still warm an hour ago.

[waitedforyears]

The sun was still out an hour ago. [ Splashing at him. ]

[conesoldstober]

[Splashes back. Don't start a war now, Pond.]

[waitedforyears]

BUT WHY NOT? ]

[conesoldstober]

[Because now you're getting charged at and tackled into the water.]

[waitedforyears]

[ she comes up spluttering and still laughing. ] Wanker.

[conesoldstober]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

[waitedforyears]

Why wank if you can get someone else to do it for you?

[conesoldstober]

Is that an offer?

[His hands find her waist under the water and start tickling.]

[waitedforyears]

Not if you tickle me, it isn't. [ Pushing at his chest. ]

[conesoldstober]

You're no fun.

[waitedforyears]

Excuse you I'm a lot of fun.

[conesoldstober]

Nope. Not a jot.

[waitedforyears]

Oh, fuck off.

[conesoldstober]

If you say so.

[Howl goes to dive under the water in the complete opposite direction from her.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Well. That just means she has to chase him. ]

[conesoldstober]

[She's endearingly predictable sometimes. He swims out a little deeper, slowing down so she can catch up.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Catching hold of his ankle. ]

[conesoldstober]

[He gives an exaggerated splutter before he's pulled under.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Diving closer and wrapping an arm around his waist. Hi. ]