Who: Tesla and Damon. What: Pissing off the locals by getting drunk on the park swings. Where: Playground swings in the park. When: Later afternoon/early evening. Rating: Swearing is likely, plus you know, alcohol. Status: Threaded, incomplete.
Tess was the last person on earth to turn down a little mischief here and there. Life was too damn short to be serious all of the time, though that motto certainly never carried over to the way she handled her work. She made an effort not to let work come home with her, she had seen what that had done to her Dad over the years. Getting the booze together was relatively easy, and she didn't bother with glasses or even dixie cups, so once she was all set, she drove the Renegade over to the park after asking a couple of natives where it was. Everyone was generally pretty nice around here and she was grateful for that, otherwise she might be having a bit of a harder time adjusting. She wasn't really rough around the edges at all, but her skin was pretty thick all the same.
Once she was safely parked in a spot, she walked across the grass to the little playground area, where the swings were creaking away in the breeze. It was a lot like being a kid again, she couldn't remember the last time she had sat in one. But she managed to plop down into one on the left end, and opened the bottle of Jack Daniels that she had brought, Damon's bottle of bourbon still scooped up in her other arm as she took a quick swig of the liquor, letting it burn her throat until she had to let up as she waited for him to arrive. She was in no hurry, and she didn't care much if anyone disapproved, so far as she knew it was public property and she most certainly was not serving any of this stuff to a minor. At least, she was fairly certain Damon was well over age to be consuming. She'd have to get a good look at him when he arrived to really know for sure.