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How late was it? Too much, the party had died out and well, he was on his own. And that definitely sucked. So⌠Yeah. Whatever though, Gabriel didnât want to end the night in a slump anyway, besides, the week was still young. Right? Now his feet had brought him far from his cabin and back to the beach again the weather was amazing, the stars, bright shiny jewels lit his way, the ocean ahead, going on forever and ever, the gentle rhythm of the waves lulled him into a sweet sense of calm.
His cigarette (yeah⌠perhaps it was a bit stronger than that), was long gone and unfortunately he didnât have another. Gabriel had been on his walk for a while, in drunken stupor, but still living the good high, just savoring the moment, shoes in hand, the waves caressing his legs. Christ, the water, it felt fucking awesome. What if? He left his trunks at the cabin. Iâm a freaking idiot⌠And yet was it really a problem? No way. The ocean kept calling to him and who the hell was him to say no. Not a soul in sight and who cared anyway.Â
He found a spot on the beach, one that he deemed safe, as far as he knew and stripped himself off the white attire he had worn at the party, he left everything there, a messed up bundle on the sand. For a few moments, he just let the oceanic breeze caress his bare flesh before a mad dash brought him to the water. âWhoooâŚ..âÂ
Christ the water was a mazing, he swam against the weaves, enjoying the warmth that the ocean had collected during the day, letting the feeling sink in. How long did he stay? Definitely he couldnât tell, but then again, did he care? Not at all.
Life was great again. At least until the hangover tomorrow. When he felt it was finally time to go and get a couple of hours of sleep, he walked lazily on the sand toward his clothes. Just. They werenât there? Fuck. Maybe he had forgotten where he left them? Or perhaps the current had dragged him away and he just hadnât noticed. No way he recognized the lifeguard cabin a few feet away. Fuck⌠His cottage was the farthest away from the sea. Come on Gabriel, no need to panic yet.Â
Steps on the sand. Fuck...
Peraps it was time to panic. At least a little.
marlacrane
she was going to get some writing done. in peace, for once. armed with a towel (she didnât have a blanket to sit on, and there was nothing worse than getting sand all over oneâs clothes), a notebook, a pen, a can of mace, her phone, and a pocket knife, she moved to the outskirts, searching for the perfect secluded spot. the beaches here felt wrong. remarking on that seemed the closest sheâd ever get to admitting to homesickness. the sand stretched too far, was unmarred with rocks. there were no inukshuks or totem poles, no trace of life before or after colonialism and tourism. there was, howeverâ âyikes.â
marla stopped dead in her tracks, trying to remember if this was a nude beach. she did an about turn, then remembered that this was hilarious and that she didnât like having her back to miscellaneous naked people any more than she liked looking at them, and turned back. modesty was dead, anyway. âdid a fucking owl make off with your clothes or something? âcause that, like, sucks for you and everything, but⌠ugh.â she threw her towel at him. âput this on. never give it back. i donât, like, actually give a fuck, but i also hated this and i donât want to look at that towel and be reminded of it? so, yeah. keep it. thank you.â
âWoah...Woha⌠WoahâŚâ Gabriel flinched, darting to cover himself, as soon as he realized thata it was no longer alone. Too late maybe, but it was the thought that mattered? Whatever. At least she hadnât ran away screaming, or called the police or something (not that there were any around, but stillâŚ)
âWho knows, Iâm pretty popular among owls.â He chuckled.Â
âNo idea actually.â He tried to keep smirking, while uneasily shifting the balance on his feet, at least the darkness concealed the many shades of red that his cheeks were assuming at the moment. âI imagine I was too tempting a target.â He grinned. Yeah abandoned clothes on the beach, maybe he wouldnât have been able to resist the thought of some mischief himself.Â
Relief flashed in his eyes as she threw him the towel. He did his best to snatch it from the air without exposing himself, in fact it was almost a miracle given the amount of booze in his system, but he still somehow got to have a solid grip of the peace of cloth.Â
âYou certainly do know how to make a man feel inadequate.â He laughed playfully, lowering his eyes as he wrapped the towel around his waist. It took him just a couple of attempts to fasten it properly.Â
âCouldnât sleep?â He shrugged. âMe neither⌠Fuck this is too freaking amazing to waste sleeping⌠I mean look at this...â

















