[center][h3][color=20B2AA]Bodhi Fisher[/color][/h3]
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[color=20B2AA][b]Location;[/b][/color]The Beach → His Home → Bar
[color=20B2AA][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Raylan [@AcerRo][/center][hr]

Bodhi sat atop his prized possession, connected to the colorful shortboard which ebbed and flowed with the ocean’s swell. For some people, it was sleep that revitalized them, but for Bodhi, there was nothing that restored him like the ocean and he fell into a meditative-like peacefulness as he and the board rocked with the movement of the water. His mind focused only on the present as he waited in the line-up for his wave and, he watched as others waited for theirs. At last his time came, and he paddled out, cupped hands clawing his way through the water to a beautiful glassy wave. He popped up on the board, hearing only the sounds of the ocean, feeling the spray of the water, and with his mind clear, Bodhi relinquished control over to his muscle memory. He felt both serene and ecstatic, as he rode his wave, carving his way across the face of the wave and riding it to its completion. Then the process repeated, more waiting for those fleeting seconds of pure euphoria. Bodhi surfed until the dull ache of fatigue set into his muscles and his stomach growled reminding him that he needed to eat. He paddled back to shore, walked to his hot car, and headed back home. 

Once home he showered, made himself a quick sandwich, and changed before going back out again. A fresh pair of black board shorts, an old and faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and an unbuttoned, bright teal, Hawaiian shirt with sharks eating watermelon on it. Bodhi thought said shirt was one of the greatest things he’d ever seen, but most other people would likely describe it as ugly. He headed back to the beach and found a place to park near where the bonfire would be later that night. Bodhi was always down for a good bonfire, nothing really beat the smell of a good fire mixed with fresh ocean air. He had also decided it would be a good idea to get to know some of his other classmates, he had a tendency to only really talk to the small circle of people and it had been pointed out to him that he should branch out a bit. 

With a fair amount of time to kill before the fire Bodhi headed to Bankshots, a nearby bar and pool hall, to kill some time.  There wasn’t too much of a crowd yet, it wasn’t quite prime bar time for most people but Bodhi wanted to get a few beers in before attempting to hang around his classmates. He ordered himself the cheapest draft and headed outside to the smoking area where he sent out a quick text.

[center][b]To: Raylan
[color=0054a6]Hey you up for a drink? First round's on me. [/color][/b][/center]