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Sitting down on the cool sand, Rocky sat cross-legged as he watched the boy stumble around. Angel's voice was something else, especially when he was drunk. The brunette wasn't exactly sure what he'd gotten himself into, but it included booze and that was good enough for him. With that in mind, he cracked open another can, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke was smooth as he breathed it in, letting it all out a few seconds later with a sigh. "Yeah, you better sit your ass down before you walk that skinny ass to the water and fall in. Can't say I'd be jumpin' in after ya." Though really, he probably would. He just wouldn't openly say that.

When Angel started to whine for another drink, Rocky grabbed another, but held onto it. "You want another one, then come over here and get it," the Southerner said, a small hint of a smirk in his voice as it pulled at a corner of his lips. He rose up the can, showing Angel that he was more than happy to share another can with him. He just wasn't willing to walk all the way over to the blonde to deliver it. 

The wind was cool around him as he listened to the sounds of the wave crashing on the shore and the whines of the prostitute beside him a few feet away. The smoke of his cigarette drifted across the sand towards Angel and Rocky wondered if the smoke bothered him. A belated thought and he wondered if Angel could even tell the smoke was near him in the first place. The blonde probably couldn't care less.

An amused noise came out of Rocky's mouth when Angel replied with the strongest slur he'd ever heard. How much had they drank so far? He couldn't really remember, but when he stood up to walk over to the blonde, he almost tripped when the sand shifted underneath his heavy, clinking boots. He eventually made it over, his teeth biting down hard on the filter of his cigarette from all the effort Rocky put in to keep himself from falling, just to sit down again. Of course, he pulled Angel down along with him.

Chilled fingers passed the can of beer over to Angel who continued to whine and pitch a fit, though Rocky was so inebriated that he couldn't give a shit. "Here's yer damn beer. Now, I think you owe me a kiss," he reminded the blonde, smoke pouring from his lips when he spoke. What smoke didn't escape, he forced out with an extra exhale. "You sure yer wantin' to get naked out here in all this sand? In th' cold? Not that I really care, but ya got goosebumps all over."

There was something about Angel taking his cigarette, then putting it back, that made Rocky grin with a bit of excitement. "Course I want ya t'get naked, baby. I was jus' lookin' out for ya is all. Sand is messy." With that said, Rocky took another drag off his cigarette and blew it out again for the wind to carry away. "I won't stop ya if you do." The concern in Angel's voice was rather obvious and it amused Rocky more than it should've. A prostitute who was told not to get naked would have a problem.

With a sigh, and a final puff of his cigarette, he laid back in the sand and flicked the cigarette butt out towards the water. A chill ran through his body from the cool breeze, but it wasn't too bad. He was muscular, much thicker than Angel was, and worried more for Angel being cold than himself. The blonde didn't seem the type to like being coddled, so Rocky made sure not to bring it up again. Last thing he wanted was an offended Angel. Who was drunk. And half-naked, already.

Hmm... Maybe he was interesting with an apparent edge? Rocky pondered lots of different things like that as he looked up at the stars, lacing his fingers together and placing them on his stomach. "That kiss was shit," he finally replied, smirking slightly at his own statement. It was sort-of a challenging comment more than an offensive one, making him wonder if Angel would try to prove himself better in retaliation of it. He seemed the type.

Angel smelled strong of alcohol, but Rocky liked it. A shiver went up his spine, though he wasn't sure if it was the cool air or the fact that Angel was now atop of him with his face inches away from his own. Did it really matter? "Like hell I can't," the southerner replied, his eyelids a little heavy. That was a challenge and if it wasn't, Rocky sure did take it as one.

However, he wasn't going to bend so easily. "This isn't 'bout me, though. I thought you were gonna prove to me that you can kiss better than that," he continued on, speaking softly enough to be heard, yet not so low for it to be a whisper. Rocky was grinning, and if Angel was so blind that he couldn't see it from a few inches away, then he could definitely hear it in Rocky's voice as he spoke, his accent bringing it to life nicely.

Ha. Of course that happened. Rocky always did get the short end of the stick. He sat up to brush all the sand off of him, grabs his beer and hands it over for Angel to clear his throat and mouth out with. "See, that's why I didn't want to do anythin' on the sand. Wind's blowin' it all over th' damn place..." Rocky complained as he watched Angel guzzle down his can of beer.

Perhaps he could convince the blonde to go somewhere else to act like idiots. Maybe there was a gazebo somewhere--he'd seen one before. Or perhaps they could go back to Rocky's truck. It had a bench seat, so it wasn't like it was uncomfortable. There was always the bed of the truck, also.

Like the "gentleman" he was, the southerner always kept blankets folded up behind the seat of his truck to lay out in the back. That way, when he had...company...it wasn't uncomfortable back there. The blankets gave the metal bed some padding and could keep them warm. "You still up for bein' in th' sand after that?" He supposed he'd find out.

Like hell he was going to let Angel in the water by himself, Rocky pulled off his clothes and followed suit. He hissed when he made it to the water and felt how ice cold it was, but the alcohol in his system told him to get in anyway. "I feel like i'm in the fuckin' polar bear club," he commented as he got deeper and deeper, stopping when the water reached his thighs.

He turned to face Angel, wondering how he was faring in terms of the chilly water. That and he wanted to make sure he wasn't suddenly face down in it. It was evening, but the ocean didn't calm down for anyone or any time. The waves weren't as rough as during the day, but to two drunken idiots, those waves could easily topple them over.

"Don't trip," he warned the blonde. Mainly because he didn't want to deal with saving his ass from drowning. Once Rocky got deep enough, after making sure Angel wasn't dead, the brunette dove under the water and rose back up, slicking his hair and getting the rest of his body wet. "God dammit, that's cold... I sure as hell sobered up fast."

In a slight, half-drunk panic, Rocky rushed over to the blonde as quickly as he was able in the rushing waters of the ocean and picks Angel up. When he saw he was laughing, Rocky rolled his eyes and dropped him in the water again, his body making a splash, sending droplets all over Rocky's face. "Yeah, I'm not fallin' for that again." He just couldn't help himself. How could he let someone die? Rocky definitely wasn't going to go to prison tonight for involuntary manslaughter.

He dove under the water again, to get his upper body wet again, then came up to the surface for air, running his hands through his hair and keeping it out of his face. "So what exactly do you plan on doin' out here anyway?" he asked, getting closer to Angel again. "There's only so much a person can do in the water."

Yes, he would have admitted to saying that last little bit with a purr in his voice. Especially since he reached out and gently pulled Angel closer to him for a little bit of body heat, though the cold water might've already washed it all away by that point.