It was a well known fact that Shane Robbins had one of the worst luck streaks in the country (if not the world), but that morning was definitely taking the cake. An issue at the bar made him miss half a final exam, he was mistaken for a sexual harasser after bumping into a woman on accident and was nearly tackled by another random pedestrian because of it, he was branded as creepy for helping a child get a balloon they lost, he got his face scratched up after retrieving a cat from a tree at the request of a neighbor (thank heavens Jamie was actually nearby to heal him), and he witnessed Alex and Cole being a little to chummy for his liking. All in all, too many bad things in the space of just three hours.
His school work was already complete for the day at least, but he had a bad feeling about going home. He didn't want to be held accountable for accidentally breaking half of the bar's supply and the last thing he needed that day was to have his mother scream his ear off. Figuring a somewhat deserted location would make him mostly impervious to whatever was out to get him, Shane decided to head down to the beach. Not a whole lot of people would be there on a cloudy Monday anyway.
He ended up sitting by the water, settling down at the stairs near a large pier. He stared out into the distance, but soon he found himself quite bored - he wasn't accounting for that, but it wasn't like he brought swimming trunks along anyway. Plus, the water would probably be freezing cold. He was better off just staying put and let whatever dark cloud that had decided to stay over his head to go away on its own.
For all he knew, he was summoning a tsunami just from being in close proximity to water.
He did 'summon' something, alright - he felt a drop of water land on the tip of his nose, a few more on his face, and just like that it was raining down in the area. "Of course..." Murphy's Law - if something could go wrong, it would. He sighed to himself and got up, seeking shelter under the entryway of a nearby building. He was dripping from head to toe and couldn't exactly use magic to dry himself off. Not only was he in public, but he'd probably set himself on fire instead anyway.
All he could do was sit down on the floor and ride it out.