The Beach, Tuesday Evening

If you asked April, the beach was a pointless, stupid place during the day but a reasonably tolerable place to drink beer at night, as long as a.) she had pregamed and b.) it wasn't freezing. Fortunately, both of those criteria were being met tonight. 

She had trekked out to the beach in a bikini and a hoodie (no pants -- half the point of going to the beach was that girls were excused from wearing pants) and now she was doing her job as a dedicated layabout by sprawling in the sand on a towel, cooler full of beer cans at the ready. 

"Guess this doesn't suck that much," she conceded as she reached for a beer.

[[for one! if you think this post is because GQ put aubrey in a hoodie and bikini and electrocynic is an enabler, you think right.]]