Remote Part of the Beach, Friday Morning
The water lapped at his feet. The sand was...sandy against his face. Toby woke up assuming he and Kevin had fallen asleep on the beach. Again. It happened a lot because sex on the beach was good.
But then, Huh, he was still wearing his jeans. Toby rolled to his side, the water tickling his toes. "Oh gods," his hand clutched at the back of his head. "What were we drinking?" Sometimes he and Kev got a little carried away. He couldn't remember last night though which he found incredibly weird. Usually he at least had some flash of drinking and dancing and...other stuff.
Toby crawled out of the water and onto to his feet, intent on walking back into the hotel and up to his bedroom where he could get some real sleep after bitching at Kevin for ditching him on the beach.
"What the..." There was no Hotel Dante behind him, but instead an unfamiliar stretch of beach. Toby started turning circles in the sand, looking around frantically for his home. "Kevin? KEVIN!"
[Establishy as he is now wandering toward the picnic!]
But then, Huh, he was still wearing his jeans. Toby rolled to his side, the water tickling his toes. "Oh gods," his hand clutched at the back of his head. "What were we drinking?" Sometimes he and Kev got a little carried away. He couldn't remember last night though which he found incredibly weird. Usually he at least had some flash of drinking and dancing and...other stuff.
Toby crawled out of the water and onto to his feet, intent on walking back into the hotel and up to his bedroom where he could get some real sleep after bitching at Kevin for ditching him on the beach.
"What the..." There was no Hotel Dante behind him, but instead an unfamiliar stretch of beach. Toby started turning circles in the sand, looking around frantically for his home. "Kevin? KEVIN!"
[Establishy as he is now wandering toward the picnic!]