time to take a stroll

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Who: Quinn + EVERYBODY
Where: The beach
When: June 25
Rating: --
Summary: Quinn announced a beach party on the network. Or just a get together. Bring your own whatever you want to do. Mingle mingle mingle

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[cowhouse]

[Maybe the waffles are the secret to his success in the beach Frisbee circuit!! YOU NEVER KNOW.]

I'm game. Sacrifices gotta be made, yo. For science, and whatnot. Might have to give it a shot myself... Can't be more of a mess than the rockets.

[Food science is the best science, let's not kid ourselves here. Jesse is gonna be on that like stink on shit, kitchens don't know 'bout the flam-bay...

(Never mind that he feels like the mansion still hasn't forgiven him for the soda- he hasn't been able to get a single bubbly drink downstairs since he and Crowley had unleashed the fizzy kraken down there...)]

[oversight]

[ It's entirely possible that Wonderland's got grudges against certain people. It once tried to lock Blake in his room and set him on fire, yo. The place has a life of it's own. ]

Yeah, well, keep a fire extinguisher nearby, hot shot. Just in case. Or leave the cookin' up to Der Waffle Marshall.

[ Clearly that's Blake. And also the secret behind his uncanny ability to control disk-like objects. He chuckles heartily and gestures over toward the designated chill area. ]

[cowhouse]

[FUCKING RUDE, WONDERLAND. Shockingly so.]

It's probably asking for the sprinklers to flood the whole place.

[...Wait, do they have sprinklers in the mansion? He makes a note to check that out next time he's inside...

He also follows Blake easily enough, plopping his ass right down into the sand. So much physical exertion...

Skinny =/= fit, in Jesse's case.]

Dude you like... Obliterated me. Like, totally owned.

[oversight]

Eh, don't take it too personal. Pretty sure that woulda been considered hustlin' if we woulda been bettin'.

[ He is the Batman, after all. ]

Give you time to practice and then we'll have a rematch any time you want it.

[cowhouse]

[Yeah, Jesse's just gonna count his lucky stars there's no money involved; all he's losing is a chunk of pride, probably from around the ass region. He won't really miss it.]

Straight up, yo. And I'm totally gonna take you up on that rematch thing.

[He won't practice, of course, but he'll go again hoping for a different result. It's worked out in the past.

...And by worked out we mean hasn't worked out even a little bit but he just... Doesn't. Learn.

He plops himself down on someone else's towel and digs in his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter. Smoke that defeat away~]