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

[sweetvalleygirl]

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!

Comments

[thebadturtle]

...you're trying that crap on a giant turtle.

You know that's stupid, right?

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

You're stupid.



Listen, man, I can't... shouldn't have said anything. Okay? Okay.

[thebadturtle]

[Reaching out, Reilly gets steadied by one big, green, callused hand... the twit.]

Spiders. So like, we talking like -- Spider-Man spiders or we talking like that thing in the Lord of the Rings that Leo isn't allowed to read late at night and shit?

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

Thanks.



We're talking shut up is what we're talking. Just... I really, I can't man. I--



Drop it, all right? Drop it.

[thebadturtle]

[Raph can let things go. He's actually pretty good at it, because he understand the need for privacy.]

Dropped, dude.

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

Thanks, man.

[thebadturtle]

No problem. Just remember. No hugs.

WOW THAT WAS THE WRONG ICON

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

Right. No hugs.

we are not that kind of bromance, Reilly.

[thebadturtle]

Good. Then we're golden.

[Now let's foist you off on your girlfriend so Raph can go get some air.]

but Raph I want your rad bromance

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

Pffffft, no, no, no. No. We're-- we're definitely Green and White.

don't you gaga me boy

[thebadturtle]

...don't be a dweeb, Reilly. I punch dweebs.

i'll gaga whoever i want

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

...yeah, well, I punch jerks. Wanna make somethin' of it?!

but fernando, i just can't be with you like this, anymore!

[thebadturtle]

I think jerks punching dweebs is going to be way more effective then dweebs punching jerks.

i'll snark you 'til you love me, paparazzi~

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

Well, that's what the dojo's for, isn't it? Jerk.

i perform this way

[thebadturtle]

Does this mean I need to come and punch the dweebs at the dojo until they can hit me back?

can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

...As long as you're only talking about this dweeb. Don't even joke about laying a hand on the kids.

You're gonna get poked in the face, alright.

[thebadturtle]

[Don't worry, Raph will help you get up right-- with a shove.]

You know, I've figured out that you must not be getting anything from Cass yes, cause I'm pretty sure I can see that rod you've got crammed up your ass every time you open your mouth. She woulda shaken it loose by now... Or shaken somethin', man.

[He shakes his head.]

There are four of us. Five if you count my dad -- and billions of you, and yet I'm less of a distrustful prick. How the shit did that work out? Tsh. No wonder you fucks can't go ten years without blowing something up over -- whatever it is you blow shit up over.

[He turns, heading back toward the beach.]

See ya, dweeb!