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]

[Whoa hey what's this now. He still isn't going to complain, but he also isn't about to try pulling the same move on her, instead settling for running a hand over and through her hair. Chicks dig that, right? Hopefully.]

[waitedforyears]

[ That's fingers under his shirt and dancing over his chest, over his sides, just enough pressure to hopefully not be ticklish. Hey, if you're not letting her see those alleged abs, she's going to have to feel for them, all right? ]

[daytoday]

[Hey, he never said anything about actually having abs himself. He's a skinny kid, has always been and will always be a skinny kid no matter how much he eats or whatever else he does, but his build is still more defined than not. Must be all that running he does.]

[waitedforyears]

[ That's all right, she's hardly picky. He's cute, and that is really enough for her.

So, more kissing, a little deeper now. ]