SAN GREGORIO BEACH - club people & @evangelinemorris
Violet felt like so much had changed about her rag tag group of vigilantes since she cut and ran six years ago. Passively involved until coming back and diving in hoping nothing had changed. She was as naive then as ever and tonights night time surfing and beach party was evident enough when she was met with new face after new face. Plopping in the sand, a sweater wrapped around her and clutching two unopened bottles she passed one to Evie, "It doesn't stop for anyone. Does it?" She asked as she flipped the cap off into her palm and took a drink, "It's prosecco cider." She said with a warm smile, "I still hate actual beer." She said her eyes into the dark distance, only the flickering fire and the bright beaming moon shining on the ocean as she watched a group of friends ride in and out on unpredictable waves.
