[Seahorse Cabin, roof, late Tuesday night (NFB)]
Alec had the roof for the night, plus his cooler refilled with some of the leftovers from the kissy party. The light was low, from the sliver of moon still rising in the sky, but that was hardly a bother.
He'd scrambled up on his own, but left a rope in case he found himself drinking more than he'd intended. Not that he was looking for company, really.
[ooc: locked to saltandammo, and Not For Broadcast, if'n ya please]
He'd scrambled up on his own, but left a rope in case he found himself drinking more than he'd intended. Not that he was looking for company, really.
[ooc: locked to saltandammo, and Not For Broadcast, if'n ya please]