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

[daytoday]

[Now that lick was just unnecessary. He sits up and rubs his hand over the spot, as if that'll help make it go away.]

I didn't think you were actually going to give me a damn hickey, man!

[conesoldstober]

Don't be a pussy, mate. Just say it was some hot bird with big tits.

[daytoday]

That's not the point! Shit...

[He doesn't really want to go into what is the point, exactly. Then again, knowing Howl, he probably has a good idea already.]

[conesoldstober]

[Howl passes the join back over.]

A good quality concealer does wonders, you know.

[daytoday]

[Sorry, Howl, but he's not listening. It also takes him a bit to notice that he's being offered the joint again.]

Give a guy some warning next time, jesus.

[conesoldstober]

[All the more for him.]

You could have warned me before you decided to find out what flavour my tonsils are.

[daytoday]

[Hey, hey, that doesn't mean he doesn't want it, now give it back.]

You climbed into my lap first. Besides, you didn't seem to mind.

[conesoldstober]

I didn't. You're still not allowed to complain, though.

[Handing it back over, fine.]

[daytoday]

[Raymond takes a deep drag off it before even attempting a retort to that.]

Why the hell not? [Okay, so maybe that didn't come out as well as he'd hoped it would.]

[conesoldstober]

Because I said so.

[Seems good enough for him.]

[daytoday]

[Of course it does.]

Douche. [Look, he's taking the last puffs off this joint because that's what you get neener neener.]

[conesoldstober]

You still want me.

[He leans in to give him a quick, playful nip under his jawline.]

[daytoday]

[Now that's just uncalled for. Ray makes a startled noise at that and instinctively jerks away.]

So what? [It's not exactly a fair accusation when it could easily apply to a number of others as well.]

[conesoldstober]

[He gives him a light shove in return.]

You're on edge. I thought weed was supposed to calm people down.

[daytoday]

[As does Raymond.] I was totally calm until you left a hickey on my neck.