"Don't hate." Stevie snapped his fingers before holding up his hand in Jr's direction, throwing out his hip with sass. Relaxing with a light chuckle shortly after. "I have a few candle sticks that shield the wicks and spikes on the end so you can dig them into the sand if you want to borrow them."
With a grin he leaned against the wall. "I can't be a meatball all the time. I have to have something going for me."