The Deck, Tuesday Morning

[lilpunkinbelly]

Dawn had meant to make it to the beach, she really had. But then there had been rum in the shower spigots and she'd gotten very sticky tipsy. In the interest of not falling down anything, she'd parked herself on the deck in a bathing suit with a book that wouldn't make her concentrate too hard (as long as her eyes could still focus), a towel, some sunscreen, a tupperware container of shower rum and a couple of bottles of so-far-unadulterated coke.

"Forgot the music," she grumbled.

[ooc: So very open, obviously.]