Nick and Brad had a quick double espresso to revive them. The caffeine hitting their systems with the boost they needed to reinvigorate them. Putting on their most fashionable clothes, they head out for a night clubbing, and discovering the seedier side of life.
Neither Nick nor Brad had much experience with a broader mix of humanity. It was part of the appeal of Florida, a gateway for people and drugs that they simply didn't know. A chance to meet new folk who hadn't heard the jokes that were too familiar to them. The show off their knowledge of the country to those entirely alien to it, and ideally find one each to fuck.
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Emerging from the hotel, Nick twisted his ankle, as he stood on a small rounded rock. Snatching it up, as he picked himself off the sidewalk, he found himself admiring the stone instead. Even now, it looked unmarked. It didn't look precious like a gem, but it was oddly coloured, and Nick slipped it into his pocket without thinking more about it.
As he tucked it away, he uttered a few words, a hope for the darkening evening...
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