RIVER.
location: the beach status: open // @moorbrookestarters date: 4th july
day drinking had to be one of their favourite things in the whole world. it was summer, the sun was high and their favourite teacup was filled to the brim with whiskey. no one knew how old this whiskey was, when this cup has last been washed or why river found so much comfort in it. it was summer, it was his favourite time of the year and it was july 4th! that was a day long party where everyone let loose and it was socially acceptable for once. moorbrooke always had some sort of cheesy event happening, which they’d likely be joining eventually but right now... they stood in front of the ocean and sipped old whiskey from their teacup. just as river took a deep breath of relaxation, a wave crashed towards him and left him soaked with water and whisky, ‘ah, fuck! fuckkkk! fuck. fuck you too, ocean! what the fuck? what have i done to piss of mother earth today?’ he yelled to the water as if expecting a response and completely unaware of the people around him.