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

[geniusness]

Y'really think my father'd be happy if I managed to flunk the exams? 'Parently I'm talented, gotta use my full potential or I ain't gonna get anywhere in life.

[waitedforyears]

If you've got talent, surely you're gonna do well even if you don't. [ It's Amy logic. ] But hey, all the more power to you, yeah?

[geniusness]

Try telling that to him. [ Her log makes sense. ] Y'not feeling the pressure?

[waitedforyears]

Nah. No one around to put any pressure on me, is there. [ What with her not having parents and her aunt never being there. It's a little strange, really, but she never thinks of it. ]