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

[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.

[waitedforyears]

[ Rolling her eyes, she takes it back from him. ]

Hold still. [ Taking a long drag, and then she's pressing her lips against his in an open-mouthed (and rather smoky) kiss. Enjoy that. ]

[corporalfuckingmagic]

[ Scale of lol to lol, how much would trying not to cough a little ruin that moment, you think?

Although enjoyment is totally happening. And if he does, it's not much, because he's much more interested in kissing and all of this, because Amy is just an interesting person okay. ]

[waitedforyears]

[ Lol, with some ew mixed in for some good measure, most likely.

She'll forgive him for it, though, because apparently it's his first time smoking and, well. She won't tell what it was like for her, but she definitely gets the coughing. Doesn't mean she's going to let up just now, though, lips sliding against his even though most of the smoke is long gone now. ]

[corporalfuckingmagic]

[ He tries to mumble an apology into the kiss at some point afterward, though it's likely lost and doesn't get very far since she doesn't seem to have minded and he wasn't sure what he was going to say anyhow. But between the transfer, the breathing, the coughing a little, and the continued kissing, he's back to a normal respiratory pattern, feeling a little funny, and heart rate increasing more and more the longer this kiss goes and he realises they're just kissing, no ulterior type motive. Apparently. ]

[waitedforyears]

[ There never was an ulterior motive, not really. Unless kissing itself counts as the motive, because she loves doing that, and he's cute. That really is reason enough, isn't it? ]