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

[corporalfuckingmagic]

Yeah, all of that. At least most of that. I've had some of that already though.

[waitedforyears]

Bet it wasn't the baileys you had.

[corporalfuckingmagic]

Weren't the weed or the kisses either. Kind of a disappointing night. Until now, I mean.

[waitedforyears]

Well, y'can probably fix that, you know.

[corporalfuckingmagic]

Why, you got weed? Don't make me go get it from Mr. No-Clothes-for-Me-Thanks.

[waitedforyears]

Hey. Nothing wrong with Howl not wearing clothes, y'know.

[corporalfuckingmagic]

'Course not, I mean, he can do whatever he wants. I'd just... prefer it if it were other people not wearing clothes.

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy looks down on herself.... she may be wearing only a bikini at this point. ] I count, right?

[corporalfuckingmagic]

You totally count. You're like, spot on for everything tonight, so, you know, don't worry.

[waitedforyears]

I wasn't really worried. [ Grinning. She loves this, easy physical contact and alcohol and the last sunrays hitting her skin; she's drunk on it and more than a little stoned as well and it's so easy to put her arms around him and lean her head on his shoulder, it's right there. ]

Clint brought weed.

[corporalfuckingmagic]

[ She ought to be careful though, since Harry's not drunk and there's clearly a pretty girl in his lap and he's about sixteen and now she's cuddling up against him - ~reactions will occur regardless of what they're both actually attempting to do. ]

Did he? He ought to be sharing. I've never had weed before.

[waitedforyears]

[ That's perfectly all right, she won't mind. In fact, she maybe likes getting a reaction. Confirmation of being a pretty girl, you see. ]

He's sharing, don't worry.

[corporalfuckingmagic]

I'll have to go find him at some point then. I imagine that won't be that difficult - find the other short guy with a cloud of smoke and people buzzing around him mellow-like.

[waitedforyears]

He's not that short. [ He kind of is. Okay, wait a sec, she has to giggle. Let's blame the weed for that. ]

[corporalfuckingmagic]

He's only about as tall as I am, and unless I grow a bit more, I'm basically a hobbit. [ He likes the giggling, although it jiggles her around on him a little. He can't help it. ]

[waitedforyears]

Bit broader than you in the shoulders, maybe. [ Leaning back (shifting in his lap again, she's not sorry) to muster him. ]

[corporalfuckingmagic]

He is, or a hobbit is? Are you doing that on purpose.

[waitedforyears]

He is. [ Innocent look. ] Am I doing what on purpose?

[corporalfuckingmagic]

[ ... ] You totally are.

[waitedforyears]

Maybe. [ A beat. ] You're not complaining, are you?

[corporalfuckingmagic]

[ Beat. ] Nope! Sure, go for it.

[waitedforyears]

Sure. [ And she'll stretch while still in his lap, leaning against him to reach behind him when someone walks by to pluck the joint right out of their hands. ]

[corporalfuckingmagic]

[ He'd be kind of proud of the way he keeps the noise in the back of his throat mostly, and turns around a little to see what it is she's trying to do aside from the obvious they've just established. ]

What'd'j... get?

[waitedforyears]

[ Holding out the joint to him. ] There y'go.

[corporalfuckingmagic]

[ He takes it, since, well, she's handing it to him. And he'd said something about wanting to try one. Or, close enough. ]

Oh, cool. This smells like shit, you know that? Like, weird shit.