There was some kind of party going down at the Seashore House this evening.

The keywords that had drawn Arashi’s attention were ‘evening’ and ‘Seashore House’, because while he could normally not stand going out onto any kind of sandy area due to his joints, he decided to humor this little party, for the kids who weren’t allowed to legally drink.

Giving them some kind of experience before they could turn eighteen and join the ‘big league’ parties, so to speak.

The Seashore House had outdone itself—the normally small house that sold soda pop drinks had expanded their floor plan significantly, and had taken over a space facing the beach as well. There were food stalls abound as well as drinks, and other summer-related ‘party games’ for the young teenagers to sink their teeth into.

Thank the hell it was being held after sunset, and there was even a dance floor set up for them to basically go nuts on should the urge to let loose strike them.

He’d arrived as soon as the sun had gone down, and was careful not to get as much sand into his prosthetic joints because that would be shit and a half to clean out.

He was here for the food, and the party!

[for the SS prompt: dance the night away!]