It was nearing midnight, and the three members of the KINATHEO squad (named such by Kinley, one boring afternoon) were out by the abandoned Mayweather Lighthouse. Calling it abandoned wasn't quite true, Theo had come to realize. On the weekends it was usually quite the opposite of abandoned, as it seemed to be one of the most popular party spots for the students of Redfern. Theo had no interest in coming here when it was like that, though, so whenever he, Kinley, and Nat ventured here it was usually during the week.
"I wonder when they actually used this thing for something other than lame-ass parties," Theo thought aloud as they entered the little clearing the lighthouse stood in. It was pretty dilapidated now, especially with the beer bottles that often lay scattered at the foot of it (Theo wondered what poor sap had the job of coming out here to clean up periodically after the losers that partied out here), but it was pretty cool looking, anyway. When had they stopped using it as an actual lighthouse and let it fall into disrepair? He kicked an empty beer bottle across the sandy ground.
"I wonder when they actually used this thing for something other than lame-ass parties," Theo thought aloud as they entered the little clearing the lighthouse stood in. It was pretty dilapidated now, especially with the beer bottles that often lay scattered at the foot of it (Theo wondered what poor sap had the job of coming out here to clean up periodically after the losers that partied out here), but it was pretty cool looking, anyway. When had they stopped using it as an actual lighthouse and let it fall into disrepair? He kicked an empty beer bottle across the sandy ground.