Sep 25, 2009 23:45
It had been a year since Chase had last been roped into this. Somehow, the kid who dragged him into it last time was still on the island and had rocked up enthusiastically at the Medical Centre about a week ago, bouncing around like he was still high on too many red drinks declaring that "Dr Rob" was his partner in the Sandcastle Comp again this year. It was news to Chase, but the kid was just so damn hyperactive and he always had a soft spot for kids.
He couldn't say no.
So, he once again found himself right in the thick of the competition, kids running around him left, right and centre, trying to build the best sandcastles of their life to win the prize. He also found himself crash-tackled to the ground in a hug, the bucket of heavy wet sand he had lugged up from the shore going flying and spilling the sand. Wow, this kid really did need Ritalin and Chase decided to have a quiet word to the mother about ADHD before the day was out. He was decked out in just his board shorts with Aussie flags all over them, his blond hair damp and slicked back after swimming in the ocean with the hyperactive kidlets. Chase was buggered, and the day was only half through. He managed to pry himself out of the kids enthusiastic hug with a laugh, telling him to go collect shells or seaweed so they could decorate once the current castle was finished. It gave Chase the chance to step back for a breather, and after collected a cold beer from his esky, cracking it open, he did just that, swiping the bottle againt his sweaty forehead to try and cool down a little. He had wanted kids one day, but man, maybe he was just getting too old to keep up and be the cool Dad type person now?
[post] open,
[place] the beach,
[character] robert chase