there were so many sounds on the boneyard. cheering, obscenely loud music, the occasional spurt of beer from the keg into a cup, the waves hitting the sand.

kie was flirting with some guy, pope was flirting with some girl (albeit poorly) on an old fallen tree, john b was handing out the drinks, and jj was shotgunning beers.

with you.

"there we go," he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, then cut a hole into the can before he threw his head back and attached his lips to the opening.