[Open] Beach party

[dottorepeste]

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[calledmechamp]

[Against his better judgment, Steve is floating on his surfboard with a beer in hand, trying to down it before the next big wave]

[a_hot_wreck]

[From a bit away, Betsy's watching. She doesn't have the guts to try surfing herself.] Better shotgun it!

[calledmechamp]

[Why in the world did Steve decide to bring a tall can out with him on his board, he will never understand but he shotgunned it anyway. Swiftly, he shoved the can into one of the pockets on his board shorts, and caught the next wave coming in]

[a_hot_wreck]

[Why, indeed? Whatever the reason, it certainly made the surfer-watching that much more interesting. Betsy laughed quietly as he rode in.] Well done.

[calledmechamp]

[You learn how to shotgun a tall can of beer very easily if you grow up around hardened Hawaiian surfers] Thank you, thank you. [Plopping back down on his board, he outstretched a hand] Steve McGarrett.

[a_hot_wreck]

Betsy Cayce. [She took the proffered hand and gave a little shake.] You're certainly adding some new skills to surfing.

[removethisworld]

[Elsie's right there with him, on her fancy new special board, insisting that she can handle it too. She can, okay? SHE CAN. She totally knows how to surf after their brief, oft-interrupted sessions. At least she can't drown, that's positive.] You better drink that fast, sailor, or you're gonna lose it.