The four of you pile into the hotel suite. Tired from seven hours of travelling, the late night, the joyous prospects that tempted your exhausted flesh. You suspect the four of you might've slept on the beach under the stars if you hadn't craved the comfort of a warm bed tonight.
- - - - -
Jordan shuts the blinds allowing the breeze from the balcony to make them dance and circulate around the room. Already yawning in the half-light, you head for the bed you claimed.
Nick recounts the conversation with one of the local girls, who promised him a more personal guided tour, that the tourists don't get to see. Tony shook his head, warning him that was just a hustle to get him mugged and enrich the local population.
Perhaps, you lacked the bravado of your friends, or their casual disinterest in consequences. But, you'd given your name and number to a local girl. Whether she'd call or not, it was in her court. You hadn't pressed her for her number. But, you prided yourself on your chivalry.
Only slightly souring the memory, as you couldn't recall her name... or even if you'd asked her what it was...
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