do it in the AM /jamie

[wylee]

we got our own little crew.

A flash of a pen and piece of white paper, even a white-toothed grin, and the more then happy customers slowly cat walked out of his hop's door. Wylee supposed that the intentional sway of her hips was for his benefit, and he fell comfortably into the bait; bright eyes lingering on the movements as the red-head disappeared back out into the sandy world. it surprised him, sometimes, just how easy it was becoming to rope more and more interested women in. Charm was rarely ever put into full effect, it was much more fun to let then think that they were in control. He was definitely a self proclaimed master. His evening was already booked after all, and not with just one woman either. Glancing down at the corner of paper she had torn off, he smirked as he folded it to slip into his pocket. A mental not was made to put her digits in his phone later. Right now though, he had to check the stock.

Loosening a few more buttons on his shirt till the whole thing was just hanging off his shoulders, the young man hopped over the counter and stood in front of his fan. The temperature these days was crazy, Global Warming to the extreme. Letting the air sweep up his shirt in the back, Wylee sighed contently at the cooling effect. There were only two things in the world that he didn't might sweating over; one, the obvious physical activity of sex and two, dancing in a crowd of people at some raging party. Number two more often then not lead to number one, so in a sense it was just one large thing, but that's not what gave him a sudden idea. A party. He hadn't been a decent one of those in a while, and most of the parties he had been to in California so far, weren't all that great. But this was going to be different then all the others; all the others didn't have Wylee to host them. And it would be a great way to give his shop more attention. Screw it, he was all in. Though some help would be good...

Moving away from the fan, reluctantly, he snatched out his phone and punched in the number of a young boy, who he knew would want in on the idea. Hoisting himself up on his counter, he didn't even wait for his buddy to say hello, "My shop. ASAP. Don't ask questions menino, just come." The click signaled his hang up and he grinned liked the Cheshire Cat, oh the trouble he could cause and the fun he could create. Putting his phone back in his pocket, eyes drifted around the shelves and isles of his little shop off the coast. Really, all that needed to be done was move a few shelves to make more room kind of surprising that a guy like him never thought of it before.

Wylee wasn't aware of how much time passed as he sat up top his counter and imagined over every way that the interior of the store could be change to accommodate more people for a bigger party. But he wouldn't dare put anything into action without consoling his friend about every detail. Hearing the clad of shoes on the recently refurbished wood floor, he turned his head and smiled recognizing the person in a snap. "Good, you came," pushing himself off the edge of the counter, Wylee planned with w hop and, if possible, his smile got wider, "Now help me plan this party." accent lacing his words as he finished.

[maddy]

nine in the A F T E R N O O N ;

Jamie presses "End" on his cellphone, and before he knew it, he's sitting on his '57 Vespa, gunning the engine and zooming off. He can just picture his sister with her signature look of disapproval as she scolds, "Wear your helmet!" Jamie grips the handlebars of his Vespa, watching his knuckles turn white as he makes a sharp left turn onto the parking lot of his best bud, Wylee's, surf shop. Two thoughts occur to him as Wylee greets him with a disturbing idea; "Now help me plan this party." First off, how many times does he have to tell his best friend that he simply cannot party? Everyone else in the whole world knows it, except for Wylee. And secondly, planning a party?! He's horrible at planning things. He never had birthday parties for this very reason. Jamie groans as Wylee launches into hardcore planning mode, grinning his temples as he discusses hot girls, wine coolers, and the coolest new tracks. As he leans against the closest cash register, anxiety grips Jamie. All throughout highschool, he avoided parties and study groups and field trips, because he didn't like to be stuck with a big group of people who obviously think that he's more fun than he actually is. Jamie always attempts to convince Wylee this, but there's no stopping this kid. How Jamie and Wylee got to be best friends is beyond the both of them. Wylee was always planning great parties and meeting amazing people, while Jamie stayed at home, designing tattoos or reading the latest Stephen King novel. That was his life, and he was content with it. Until recently, anyways. Jamie found himself growing envious of Wylee's freedom and confidence, none of which Jamie seems to have. Tonight, he decides, he is going to have the time of his life. He's going to show everybody that he can have as much fun as the next guy. He will. "So," he says, "Just wine coolers? I could probably get some whiskey from our fridge." The words that roll off his tongue make him shiver.

[wylee]

we got our own little crew.

The lack of reaction told the young shop owner that he had definitely taken Jamie by surprise. Good, a grin tugged at his lips, parties were supposed to be fun like that. Though this was his friend he was talking about, part of Wylee knew that the boys lack of excitement didn’t usually exist when it came to social and big crowed events. He knew that fact very well, but that never stopped him from trying to include Jamie in some activities. The thought of a party, however, was just too good of a reason to get him to liven up. As the small stretch of silence continued, he cleared his throat and tugged on the open ends of his shirt, taking that as a sign that he should probably explain his logic to the college kid.

He gave a joyous flash of a smile before pivoting on his heels and walking like a normal person, around his counter, instead of hopping over. All the while filling the air with, “It would be the perfect way to really get settled into the town, help get some customers and have a few of the local senhoras interested, too, yeah?” the last part of his sentence, he angled his attention to Jamie leaning on the counter and added in a mischievous wiggle of his eye brow. “And I have more then tons of girls in my contacts that would just kill to help entertain at the festa, they love hearing from me and several have....well, favors that i need to cash in,” a joyous glint returned with a smile returned with a content sigh, “perks of being a charming single guy, I love my life. Anyways, we’ll need drinks of all different kinds; beer, tequila, vodka, maybe even some wine for those people who don’t want to get completely smashed,” his fingers ran along the back edge of the counter as he paused a moment to think a few details over. Music was going to be a must, though it wasn’t like he had the kind of money to go out a hire a DJ. In fact, they were going to have to make a few short cuts, Wylee wasn’t made of deep pockets, and he was pretty sure Jamie wasn’t either. “Come on, man. Any idea in that college smart head of yours?” a teasing grin appeased his lips, he liked to joke about the fact that his friend went to college, and he didn’t.

Whiskey? Wylee blinked for a moment at his buddy. Well, the boy thought big when he had some ideas now didn't he? But, go big or go home. Whiskey? Heck, if the kid could get him some of that, then they were definitely best friends for life. Offering a curt nod and a swift, "Okay, bring it." before crouching down and looking at the hidden shelves under the counter. Now, where had he put the...Oh, right, the scotch was in the very back. Lifting up to glasses and a partly full bottle, he set then on the flat counter by the register, "This should help those get those 'creative juices', as the Americans' say, flowing." an amused smile ghosted his expression, American terms where entertaining sometimes. Filling the two glasses with only about an inch full, Wylee hopped back over the counter again, leaning against the edge like Jamie, running a thumb over his glass. He knew his friend was young, too young to legally drink, but the boy didn't have to take the glass if he didn't want it, "Now, what's your take on music selections?"

[maddy]

nine in the A F T E R N O O N ;

Jamie snatches the glass from Wylee, jumping a bit as he does so. He dumps the liquid down his throat, feeling the burn in the back of his throat as his eyes begin to water. "This is wonderful" He chokes out sarcastically, nodding his head at his best friend. Sure, Jamie's had alcohol before. In this day and age, it didn't matter if he was underage; he could get it at about anywhere if he really wanted to. During all the parties his friend forced him to go to, Wylee made sure Jamie took at least one shot of some unrecognizable substance. As for music? Oh, boy. All Jamie did everyday was listen to music. He loves discovering bands, new or old. Jamie grinned at Wylee, letting him know that he had some brilliant selections in mind. He rattles off a few new song titles, born from alternative rock/pop punk bands alike. Jamie stares at his bud, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement of approval. He hopes that Wylee thinks of him as the go-to for everything music, but Wylee's so unpredictable, he doesn't even bother asking. Jamie stares at Wylee's unbuttoned collar unintentionally, trying to figure out something to say. Hmm, what would fit his friend's high partyin' standards? Dammit, Jamie, He thinks to himself. Loosen the hell up. He grabs the bottle and pours himself another, gulping it down. Jamie clears his throat and stomps one foot on the ground, the burning sensation in his throat becoming unbearable. "So Wylee, the girls. What sort of girls are we talking about here?" He grins at the word 'girls' without realizing it. Even the thought of girls made him feel queasy, or at least like a pre-pubescent middle school boy that throws spitballs at his crush. I need a girlfriend, He thinks. Then he stares at Wylee, awaiting a response.

[wylee]

we got our own little crew.

Wylee couldn't help the amused chuckle that flowed from his chest when the younger man took the glass too fast and swallowed it down in one go. The consequences didn't come out in his favor as Jamie's face contorted and he coughed once. Good thing that the shop owner hadn't poured too much in the cup, the kid would probably be choking on the burn. With a half-smirk, he lifted his glass to his lips and took only a medium sip, leaving half the contents still in his cup. The snap of the hard liquor wasn't any less biting, though, and he shook his head at the burn as it slid down his throat. But, man was it a good bottle. Wylee blinked away the feeling and looked over at his friend as the young man began to string along some music options.

A pause after Jamie stopped talking, Wylee looked over at him, a smile gleaming and he gave a brief nod. For right now, the younger man was going to be his go-to guy for music, other thoughts about other ideas about the party were already starting to bubble up in his mind. Besides, Jamie was more then suitable to put together a good mix of singers and bands. "Stuff with a lot of thumping bass would be good, too." a small smile pulled at his lips, but he hid it with raising his glass to swallow down the rest of his drink.

When his friend reached to refill his cup, Wylee arched an eyebrow in entertained curiosity. He wasn't about to stop a man from drinking his fill. Eyes flicking quickly to the ground when his shoes stomps on the shop floor. An amused expression is back to his face and only grows into a haughty grin after hearing his friends inquiry. Lifting his head, the Brazilian adopted a smooth, drawing tone, "All different kinds, my amigo, every single type of senhora you can imagine." Placing his glass back on the counter with a clank, he rested his elbows back on the edge and looked up at the ceiling with a pleasing and private smile. His accent looping his voice, "I'm a jack of all trades," a rumbling bit of a chuckle as his head turned to gaze at Jamie, "Why? Do you want few quick tips to win over a girl?"