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]

Too bad. They're still pretty good.

[aprettypenny]

Thank you?

...You're Howl, right? I--I wasn't invited to this, technically, but do you mind if I hang out?

[conesoldstober]

The more the merrier. Especially when there's brownies.

[aprettypenny]

[Yay, peer acceptance! It counts even if it was bought with brownies!]

Thanks.

[conesoldstober]

So are you coming in the water? All the cool kids are doing it.

[aprettypenny]

I'm pretty sure I'm not one of the cool kids.

[But yeah, water sounds a lot better than pretending to focus on notes. She takes off her hat and sandals but seems intent on swimming around in normal clothes.]

Where're you from? Your accent's nice.

[conesoldstober]

Wales. Ever heard of Llanelli?

[aprettypenny]

Nope. I mean, I've heard of Wales, but not that, specifically.