closed; we're working on a suntan, we're seeing lots of new bands

[lazyinlove]

Date & Time: Dec 28-30
Location: Venice, California, 2015
Characters: Peter Rumancek and Stanley Lucerne
Summary: The boys go on a sunshine run, with a side of open mic night. Officially, they're supposed to be getting some supplies. Which, you know, they might. But first, thawing out and kicking back.
Warnings: Open mic night. Dirty mouths. Teenage boy stuff. Shoplifting. Maybe some mild drug use but nothing scary. They're not into violence, at least?


Stanley had stripped off the farmer's boots, Lily's sweater, and Jaime's coat before they left, assuming that it had to be fairly warm in California. He could handle anything that wasn't snow. Maybe he should have kept the sweater, but it didn't feel like it when they arrived to a sunny late morning. The temperature was almost 70, and that was such a relief that Stan opened his arms and fell backward into the sand with a soft, contented sigh. Sure, they had an objective to get around to. In a minute. The sun felt too good, soaking into his skin and bones. He shaded his eyes from it and glanced up at the spot where he was fairly sure Peter was standing, unable to help making a mildly giddy remark while he soaked it all in.

"I can feel my fingers."

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[werewolfing]

Peter looked down at Stanley, sprawled out in the sand, and laughed. He had also dressed for California weather, down to only two shirts, a vest and his leather jacket, boots sinking a bit into the sand.

"You are never gonna get that shit out of your clothes, man. Or your hair."

Which wasn't enough to stop him from sitting down beside Stanley, arms wrapped around his knees. The sun felt good, actually warming instead of just bouncing off an endless amount of white. He tilted his head up to the light and breathed deeply, smelled city and ocean.

"Fucking excellent location choice, Stanley."