“Hey, absolutely no judgement at all from my end. The complete opposite in fact,” Dick grinned amiably, his palms outstretched in an act of openness. “I was actually coming over to congratulate you on your rad costume, man. Lemme guess, Poseidon?” he grinned, his eyes twinkling. If anything, Dick was now half-regretting his Hercules costume and was half-wishing that he had gone for something more flashier. “If there was a “Best Dressed Costume” contest, you’d win it for sure,” he uttered a little ruefully. The other man’s face looked slightly familiar...If Dick wasn’t mistaken, hadn’t he seen his face on a Forbes magazine once upon a time and probably in a few society pages, or even perhaps a some glitzy event once? But then again...Dick wasn’t really one to bother with high-end society gossip nor did he bother remembering faces that were of no big interest to him from parties. At any party, it was usually the opposite gender who held the biggest interest for him. That and also of his closest friends, for he was always more than ready to be roped into any sort of hi-jinks that they might have planned for the night. “Did you do your own make-up or did you hire someone?” he asked with great interest, as his gaze roved over the artwork.

Rick hadn’t the faintest idea who the host and hostess was, or what they looked like even. And he wasn’t really bothered to find out just yet. One of the girls whom he had hooked up with several nights ago had told him that all of the guests had been invited and gave him the details. He was pretty sure that a card came in to his cabin, but he’d be damned if it hadn’t already been knocked to the ground and hidden under some rug last evening when he and a Valkyrie bombshell were fooling around on a few surfaces including the study and long oak coffee table, before they finally made it to the bed.

“So, I just had some dude come up to me and tell me how much I reminded him of an owl.” Darcy said as she grasped the alcoholic beverage in her hand and looked over at the person who had come to join her at the bar. “Like… is that a good thing? A bad thing? What does that even mean? Do you think I look like an owl?” The small brunette was slightly buzzed already as she took another sip of her drink. “Or was he saying that because I’m such a hoot?”

Tori couldn’t help herself from chuckling out loud. Now that was a new one. “Well....,” she tilted her head sideways, looking up and down the petite female and scrutinizing her facial features in a seemingly serious study. “You most definitely are much hotter and prettier than an owl, that’s for sure,” she giggled. 

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Tori had just only gotten out of the shower and finished quickly blow-drying her hair. She hadn’t even had time to put on  shirt and a pair of shorts when she suddenly heard Smith calling out for her. Hearing the seemingly urgent and loud tone of his voice. It was LOUD for a cabin only shared by the two of them. The brunette then just simply ran out of their bedroom to the hallway, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso, tightly knotted around her ample breasts. “What? what?” she asked, looking slightly alarmed and concerned. Was he hurt? Did something terrible happened? Her worried expression slowly shifted to a stunned one for a moment and as she listened to his story, her expressive eyes and long lashes then blinked rapidly a few times. This what had shocked him? Still..knowing her boyfriend well, it shouldn't have been that surprising as to what his initial reaction would be. A large grin started to slowly form on her generous and wide, slightly heart-shaped lips, as she tried to stifle an amused chuckle that threatened to escape her throat. A dancing twinkle entered her eyes. “So I’m taking it as you’ve never been to a raunchy nudist beach before then? Remind me to add that to the bucket list of places I wanna take you to, love.”