#thgoodbyesummerbash

Anthony sat on a beach chair out on the sandy shores of the Hamptons beach, with his eyes fixated on the  bon fire that blazed right in the very center. He watched the flames dancing and flickering when the wind teased them while absently nursing a Cachaca. Or rather had been. It took him a while to realize he’d consumed the entire contents of the glass at some point awhile ago. And immediately found himself in need of another. 

The damned summer bash was at last coming to a sputtering end. What remained of the avid crowd that had gathered here on day one, was now around simply to savor the last few remains of what was left of the summer season. And in a few minutes summer was going to go out with a bang. The night sky would light up with the fireworks that were promised, and everyone would say there farewells whilst packing up their tents and sleeping bags before heading back to civilization. Traffic would no doubt be a hell of a bitch, that was for sure. Which was why he had considered it an intelligent move to have brought himself a room at the Paradise Resort Hotel. Luck wasn’t a factor that was on his side it seemed. Not when it came to that damned lottery—which would’ve been a swell excuse to ditch this hellhole of a town. And luck had abandoned him just as eagerly in that race with Meredith earlier, the one that he’d lost miserably. And paid for it, not only by having to swallow his pride and give her a damn massage in public, but also by keeping his damn mouth shut about that mongrel of a man she tugged around on a leash. 

But he didn’t want to think about those dark thoughts right now—hell he didn’t want to think at all. He wanted to drink. His eyes roamed over the area of the beach. The answer came to him in the form of a rather hot brunette who made no hesitation in catching his eye. Though the only thing that seemed to have caught his interest was the tray of exotic drinks she was carrying around on a silver tray. He shot her a smirk, which seemed to be enough of an invitation for her to saunter over to him. Women. 

Women. That same thought turned rather bitter when he spotted a two familiar figures over the brunette’s shoulder while she made her way towards him. Off in the distance, with the seabreeze ruffling through her messy red locks, sat Meredith  lavishing that bastard Craig with undeserved attention. He felt the taste in his mouth turn vile when he saw her lean in towards him, her face arching up towards his as if she was going to—

Anthony flicked his gaze away in want of sparing himself the gory details of witnessing their kiss. But the thought was still a rather disturbing one, and it would continue to bore a hole in his mind. He was going to need something damn strong to forget that.

“You look like you could use a drink.” He hadn’t realized that the brunette with the tray of drinks had made her way to his side. He gave her another indulgent smile. “Don’t mind if I do.” Anthony replied, plucking a cocktail drink off of the tray that she held out towards him. Eagerly, he brought the glass to his lips and took a hearty sip. And at once he was struck by the taste. It was no scotch or bourbon—or any of the drinks he typically indulged in. Yet it seemed to hit the spot. Rich and smokey and robust, and yet the dark amber cocktail held the perfect balance of sweetness to tartness.

Appeased by the drink at least, Anthony gave the brunette an approving nod, just before she turned to leave. But he leaned forward and snatched her wrist to halt her in place. “Why don’t you leave that tray over here, sweetheart. I’ll put them to good use.” He could also imagine a few interesting uses for that hot coral painted mouth of hers, he thought silently, as he patted the spot next to him—indicating to her to take a seat next to him. Naturally, the brunette was in need of very little encouragement for him, and obliged him at once by dropping down next to him.

“What’s your name?” Anthony asked letting his gaze run over the girl’s face assessively. She may have had curves that were definitely working in her favour but her facial features were that of a plain jane. “Wait wait, nevermind.” He pressed a finger to her lips, forbidding them to open her mouth and ruin the moment. “It doesn’t matter.” He muttered with a nonchalant shrug of one shoulder before he dragged the woman’s mouth towards his own and tried to block all of his thoughts out with an indulgent kiss with a stranger. But he might as well have been kissing a pillow, Anthony thought bitterly, and pulled back a moment later, frustrated by the fact that he wasn’t able to find any damn satisfaction with the kiss. It didn’t excite him; didn’t stir his senses; didn’t give him the damn thrill he wanted, and that infuriated him.

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.

 To not create any big doubts on the activity check of tomorrow, and because of many requests I'm giving you more today to finish the para needed [it was until yesterday]; here's a list of who already made the Para that's needed and who didn't. If by any chance your role's name was placed on the wrong group: Please inform TH about that.

 Also, the ones that are on the list for not having the para yet, once you do it, please give us a heads up so we can read it and then switch your name to the other list. This also counts for the ones "in progress", once it's done, warn TH please.

 Thank you for your attention.

The Summer Bash event was slowly coming to an end. They were on the last day now; and already the sun was beginning to creep  towards the horizon, bathing the beach in coral colours and lighting the sand like a pot full of gold. 

Although she was loathe to admit it, this was one event Meredith had thoroughly enjoyed. She'd spent the last few days lounging on the shore, working on her tan or plunging into the cool waters of the beach. Of course, her good mood was also helped by the fact that she'd won one hell of a jetski race against the proud, indomitable Anthony Harrison, had received an unforeseen apology (an actual apology!) from Sofia Blye, and had generally managed to either avoid or be civil to the rest of the people who were in attendance. 

As evening approached her high began to dwindle slightly, as she realized that once the event was over, everything would go back to normal. Work, life, unpleasant run-ins with people she couldn't avoid forever... Basically, life. But as Meredith grabbed one of the few vacant seats at the bar, she decided not to focus on that right now. As long as there were a few hours of daylight left to salvage, she would be happy.

"I'll have a Mimosa Cocktail, please." She told the bartender as soon as she was seated. Meredith made herself comfortable when the young woman across the bar left to fulfill her order. She glanced around, only for her eyes to land on the person next to her. Shit.

Eli Jett.

 Let's remember all the numbers by order that are already out: 3, 5, 7, 20, 22, 23, 25, 27, 29.

 I know some of you are sad, others are just excited for the numbers to come out..in the end you are all winners..you helped a good cause, isn't that enough?.....No?...I must say I agree because we are talking about a great opportunity so let's continue taking out numbers.

Tenth Number Out: 19

Eleventh Number Out: 10

 Scott, Emily and Isadora..Didn't you wished this number to come out sooner? You three have now four numbers in the same ticket...are more closer to this last trip!

Twelfth Number Out: 15

Thirteenth Number Out: 18

 Everyone stop, we reached the end because we found the last winner of this evening: Isadora Clark. It was about time right girl? Was taking too long to reach the five numbers but you did it. For you too, more informations you will find near me later or near anyone from the staff.