#radevent003

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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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. I’m 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. 

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. “Whooo…..” 

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 couldn’t 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 weren’t there? Fuck. Maybe he had forgotten where he left them? Or perhaps the current had dragged him away and he just hadn’t 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. 

Steps on the sand. Fuck...

Peraps it was time to panic. At least a little.

ambrose open the door to the rooftop and in front of him was some leftover chaos from previous parties. empty bottles and cups were scattered along the ground. leftover plates and food were on side tables from the barbecue the previous night. he rolled his eyes and walked towards an empty chair free of debris. he let out a small sigh and breathed in the morning air around him. perfect. he was brought out of his euphoria by a small noise from behind him. he quickly jolted up from his chair. “uh... hello?” he said softly.