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]

[Howl gives him an appraising look over the top of his beer can.]

Are you always this easy, or is it just the booze talking?

[troubler]

[ He considers this. ]

I'm pretty much always this easy, if you're worth my time.

[conesoldstober]

Glad to see I qualify.

[Well, men usually aren't Howl's first choice. He does give Clint's ass a good visual once-over though. Might be worth it.]

[troubler]

'Course you do, buddy.

[ He smirks around the beer bottle catching the eyes. ] Some say it's a seven.

[conesoldstober]

I think some aren't trying to inflate your ego too much.

[Whereas Howl is always in the mood for mutual ego-fluffing.]

[troubler]

[ He shrugs, takes another drink. ]

I like my butt, it's good enough for me.