Panama City Beach Bar [Friday Evening, Fandom-Time]
After four months of intense special training, John had been ready for it when a free weekend had popped up between training assignments. John didn't have to be told twice to hit the beach while he could hear the call of surfboards and swimsuits.
Not having a girlfriend to drag along on his mini vacation, John had called up the next best thing the moment he heard he'd be in the land of sand and water. All this came together for a lot of surf, sun, and really terrible beer.
Hanging out at a bar nestled in the sugar-white sand and overlooking the clear, emerald waters of the Gulf of Mexico, there was nothing to do but relax. And mock Gavin's sunburn.
A very tan John took a long pull on his beer and smirked again at his friend's reddened skin. "They really don't prepare you for this growing up on a sand planet?"
[yes, I renewed icons for this.]
Not having a girlfriend to drag along on his mini vacation, John had called up the next best thing the moment he heard he'd be in the land of sand and water. All this came together for a lot of surf, sun, and really terrible beer.
Hanging out at a bar nestled in the sugar-white sand and overlooking the clear, emerald waters of the Gulf of Mexico, there was nothing to do but relax. And mock Gavin's sunburn.
A very tan John took a long pull on his beer and smirked again at his friend's reddened skin. "They really don't prepare you for this growing up on a sand planet?"
[yes, I renewed icons for this.]