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]

[ 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? ]