#jared 001.

[luckylewis]

for: @jaredx

where: the pumpkin patch

"You don't have an eye for pumpkins by any chance, do you?" Lucky found himself asking the owner of Surf's Up who he had spotted while he was perusing potential pumpkins to take home with him to carve with his daughter. It was supposed to be a simple task, but as per usual, he found himself slightly overwhelmed by the abundance of choice that came with so many variations of sizes.

[leomlarson]

closed: @jaredx

location: surf's up

"Hey man, is Ash in?" Leo asked as he approached the counter, his attention half-split as he looked around the shop with some hesitation. Despite intentionally moving to a beach town for over five years, he hadn't yet shaken his fear of the ocean and anything that reminded him exactly how vast and unknown it was.

He shook his head and turned his attention to Jared. "I thought he said he'd be here today but maybe I got it wrong... he's supposed to be helping me pick out a board."

[noralevin]

closed @jaredx

location: the reef

"Okay," Nora said, leaning down to eye her shot at the 8 ball, stick in hand. One eye closed to get a better read on it. She looked up at Jared with the eye still closed. She felt a little bad — maybe she'd sort of sharked him into this as soon as she noticed they were both at the bar — but not enough to not complete this straight trounce of him. "Drinks are on you for the rest of the night if I make this."

She lined up her shot, tongue sticking out a little in concentration, and let the cue ball fly. Smirking as the 8 ball sailed cleanly into the far right pocket, she straightened and patted Jared's shoulder in consolation. "I'll take that margarita now."