[Seahorse Cabin campfire, noonish]
Alec dragged himself outside as his hangover receded to the tolerance point, and situated himself in the shade with a cooler full of water bottles. Warm as it was, shorts, t-shirt and bare feet seemed the order of the day, in addition to keeping well-hydrated.
He might also have been rereading a certain romance novel that Z had loaned him, purely to pass the time. But he was, of course, up for interruptions.
[ooc: Open open open! ...though I shall be commuting home between 5-6:30pm PST, fyi, afk, byob]
He might also have been rereading a certain romance novel that Z had loaned him, purely to pass the time. But he was, of course, up for interruptions.
[ooc: Open open open! ...though I shall be commuting home between 5-6:30pm PST, fyi, afk, byob]