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

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Yeah, he's just laughing, and now he's kneeling down to drop Charlie into the water. Yep, pretty cold, have fun with that.]

[charring]

[There's a cut off shriek as she hits the water, arms and legs flailing slightly before her feet find the bottom and she's standing again. She's soaked. And a bit cold and she's trying to glare at Merlin, arms wrapped around herself as she heads back to the shore slowly and carefully. Jeans are difficult to maneuver when they're soaked.]

God damn it. I'm wide awake, now. That's cold.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[He follows, his cackling sounding really quite pleased.]

You weren't awake before?

[charring]

I was comfortably relaxed and a bit sleepy. [Charlie's going to wait until Merlin is out of the water to lean on him. It's entirely his fault, really. She's cold and wet. He's hopefully less soaked. She's stealing body-heat, Merlin. Hope that's alright.]

Having fun?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

There's no use being sleepy yet!

[But, yeah, maybe he has a bit of body heat at least. It's perfectly alright for her to steal some.]

I am.