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Sep. 28th, 2014 11:19 pmWork had been a little rough today. Coop's starting to realize he needs to hire a goddamn assistant or something because he'd taken on way more clients than he really should have, mostly because he's the only one there to answer the phones and do the bookkeeping and keep his appointments up-to-date--it can be kind of exhausting sometimes and tonight isn't an exception.
Taking one of those relaxing zen baths had seemed like a good idea at the time. He'd totally lit candles and put on some slow jams and poured in some bubble bath and everything. But now he's bored. This isn't a thing he does, the bath thing, and he remembers why now. Because now, he's so bored that he's resorted to taking selfies and sending them to random people in his Contacts list just to see what kind of reaction he can get.
He only lasts about five more minutes before he can't take it anymore, and he pulls the plug on the bath before rinsing the bubbles off under the showerhead and stepping out as he grabs a towel to wrap around his waist. He could text the same people he'd just gifted with his shit-eating grin, he guesses, demand a meet-up at the Tavern or a surf session; but then it hits him.
9-1-1, I need some beer and buds so get your asses over here ASAP.
He hits send for the group text with a nod of satisfaction then heads to his room to pull on a pair of swim trunks, foregoing the shirt because the weather is still just nice enough for him to get away with being half-naked without explanation--not that anyone really asks for an explanation anymore, which he'll take as a compliment--so he's going to take full advantage of it. His phone pings with replies as he heads down the stairs, and he heads straight to the kitchen to prep the booze for the incoming swarm.
[OOC: Consider this a gathering post! Tag in, tag each other, whatever. You can be someone Coop texted or just be wandering the beach and notice the small party going on. Don't be a stranger! Also, we can say this took place before the library lockdown just for the sake of timelining.]
Taking one of those relaxing zen baths had seemed like a good idea at the time. He'd totally lit candles and put on some slow jams and poured in some bubble bath and everything. But now he's bored. This isn't a thing he does, the bath thing, and he remembers why now. Because now, he's so bored that he's resorted to taking selfies and sending them to random people in his Contacts list just to see what kind of reaction he can get.
He only lasts about five more minutes before he can't take it anymore, and he pulls the plug on the bath before rinsing the bubbles off under the showerhead and stepping out as he grabs a towel to wrap around his waist. He could text the same people he'd just gifted with his shit-eating grin, he guesses, demand a meet-up at the Tavern or a surf session; but then it hits him.
9-1-1, I need some beer and buds so get your asses over here ASAP.
He hits send for the group text with a nod of satisfaction then heads to his room to pull on a pair of swim trunks, foregoing the shirt because the weather is still just nice enough for him to get away with being half-naked without explanation--not that anyone really asks for an explanation anymore, which he'll take as a compliment--so he's going to take full advantage of it. His phone pings with replies as he heads down the stairs, and he heads straight to the kitchen to prep the booze for the incoming swarm.
[OOC: Consider this a gathering post! Tag in, tag each other, whatever. You can be someone Coop texted or just be wandering the beach and notice the small party going on. Don't be a stranger! Also, we can say this took place before the library lockdown just for the sake of timelining.]
