[If you were hoping for some nice fresh air, Wonderland, you're about to be sorely disappointed. For all that he's insanely social and all about company and partying and whatnot, Jesse isn't the biggest beach bum on the planet, and so when he wanders down he looks less like he's going for a swim and more like he's about to spray paint something obscene onto someone's umbrella or make off with a cooler. It's his lot in life to look like he robs grandmas, and he's doing it exceptionally well today.
Cigarette in hand, sunglasses on and clad in a pair of paint-stained board shorts, Jesse strolls down to the beach fashionably late, mind set on nothing in particular.
Well... Maybe nothing. He's also carrying a six-pack of some sweet not-beer or other and there's a joint in his pocket. Sharing is caring, so if that's your thing...]
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Cigarette in hand, sunglasses on and clad in a pair of paint-stained board shorts, Jesse strolls down to the beach fashionably late, mind set on nothing in particular.
Well... Maybe nothing. He's also carrying a six-pack of some sweet not-beer or other and there's a joint in his pocket. Sharing is caring, so if that's your thing...]