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ʝɛƨƨιcα ☼ ωαƙɛғιɛℓ∂ ([personal profile] sweetvalleygirl) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2011-07-14 07:42 pm

T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs

WHO: Beach Party People!
WHERE: The MAC, the party bus, a rest stop, and the Wildwood Beach!
WHEN: Friday 11am and onward into the afternoon and evening
WARNINGS: Possible make outs? Possible fights?
SUMMARY: Teens and young adults in an RV driving to NJ to have a drunken bonfire. What could possibly go wrong???
FORMAT: OPEN! There will be sections for different locations and times of day, so feel free to tag in and collect as much CR as you like!

Jessica was beyond excited. In the days leading up to the RV trip, she barely shut up about it. Even as she boarded the RV Laura had procured for their adventure and took the shotgun seat, she could barely stop talking. It was a beautiful day in the City, and the weather reports for their destination in Southern New Jersey called for blue skies and sunshine. It would be perfect beach-going weather, and it was bound to be the perfect summer night!

[identity profile] batghoul.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[After a few minutes of exploration, she returns and sits down right next to him. It didn't take an expert in body language to tell what he was thinking.]

It will be fun.

[identity profile] bedeviledspider.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)


It had better be. I'm putting my faith on you, here. Otherwise I might go crazy and burn down the RV.

[identity profile] batghoul.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[She just raises an eyebrow and smirks. You can't fool her with your silly expressions, mister.]

It will. I'm here.

[identity profile] bedeviledspider.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)


Good. I'm glad. I don't know what I'd do without you.

Edited 2011-07-15 13:56 (UTC)

[identity profile] batghoul.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Glad you're here, too.

[She squeezes his hand lightly, but before it can get too sappy, hops back to her feet.]

Sandwich?

[Not that he hand any choice. Mr. 120 lbs was getting one whether he wanted it or not. And she really just wanted to investigate the kitchen further.]

[identity profile] batghoul.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[She grinned as she entered the kitchen, finding a loaf of bread on the counter and a package of lunch meat in the fridge. And thus she begins to make Reilly an absurdly meaty sandwich.]

[identity profile] batghoul.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finally, it's finished! It looked like there was at least an inch of pure meat between the bread. She shoved it toward him, and then set to making her own absurd sandwich. But she's watching him out of the corner of her eye to make sure he eats it. No cheating.]