[ A day at the beach is exactly what he needs after the very emotional day he had yesterday. A chance to work it all off in what he likes to think is a healthy way, to mingle, and celebrate something that on its face is happy. Hey, any excuse to day drink in this place, right?
He can be found at the party in his favorite swim trunks, which is admittedly a generous term for them. He'll play some rounds of volleyball with everyone else, getting really into actually, before eventually breaking off to go and enjoy the offerings of the buffet (for the record, he chooses a hot dog.. and pie. Always pie). He'll swim and sunbathe in turns, either napping or reading depending on his mood, but he'll always welcome company.
Later in the evening he'll have pulled on a pair of jeans and his customary black v-neck, though they were rolled up and his feet bare as he enjoying smores and beers around the camp fire. Whose up for some scary stories?