Marcus Evermore: Sunken Drummer | Self Para
It was a bit chilly tonight. It was nice. Brisk. Fresh... Magical. Marcus liked Summer, it was a good break from all the hectic bullshit in his life. Summer made him feel like anything could happen and would; unfortunately, it was rarely the case, but he still liked to pretend.
He looked up at the deep, blue, sparkling sky then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting in the fresh ocean air. When he lowered his head and opened his eyes there was a woman in a black and white bikini with a tray full of cocktails standing eagerly before him. He stumbled back in surprise. "Uh... Hi, sorry, you startled me," he said nervously. She smiled and shook her head, "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, would you like a cocktail?"
"Huh? Uh, oh, okay, sure." Marcus said smiling politely and taking one of the drinks, "Thanks."
"No problem at all!" She exclaimed and went along to serve drinks to other people.
Marcus looked down at his drink and swished it around a couple times in his glass. It looked... interesting, very red... almost too red... he wondered what made it look so unnatural. But he shrugged it off, after all, everyone was drinking them as he could see when he looked around. He took a swig of the drink.
It was really good! There was a kind of funky aftertaste, but whatever right? He already knew he'd want another one so he downed the rest of his current drink and went off to find more.
He had already been drinking for a while and now found himself tripping all over the place to get more of those cocktails. As the fireworks went off he jumped and fell in the sand. He sat there and laughed for a while at himself before getting up and attempting to pull himself together. The morning hangover was going to be spectacular...
