First morning
Waking up sore was the unfun part about brawling, but George felt better all the same in a weird way. More, relaxed, centered, and very ready to go surfing. Taking his toiletry roll with him (he was hoping to be in a very different hotel room tomorrow morning) he left a credit chit with enough money for a good breakfast in case Harold didn't like the continental breakfast the hotel provided, along with a note, a glass of water, and a pain killer on the bedside table.
Once he was out, he scouted out the best surfing conditions for a beginner to intermidiate surfer. He could handle more...but they were gonna get Bones out there...and Chris could at least sit a board, even if he couldn't stand yet. He also scouted out a good plan for a date tonight with his favorite lovers.
Finally done with all that, he sent out a couple of quick comms to Jim Bones and Chris, and Winnie and Chris.
Hey, found a beach for us for today. Bring your trunks, I'll take care of snacks. See ya around ten.
Along with that note was the coordinates for a small coffee shop near the beach George had picked out.
I've got a plan. Meet me at the indicated coordinates. Dress semi-casual.
He attatched the coordinates to that, and started a casual wander towards the coffee shop, stopping to pick up a pair of trunks, and a towel. Once he was at the coffee shop, he changed into the trunks, admired the rather livid bruises he'd acquired, and sipped a hot black coffee while awaiting the guys.
Once he was out, he scouted out the best surfing conditions for a beginner to intermidiate surfer. He could handle more...but they were gonna get Bones out there...and Chris could at least sit a board, even if he couldn't stand yet. He also scouted out a good plan for a date tonight with his favorite lovers.
Finally done with all that, he sent out a couple of quick comms to Jim Bones and Chris, and Winnie and Chris.
Hey, found a beach for us for today. Bring your trunks, I'll take care of snacks. See ya around ten.
Along with that note was the coordinates for a small coffee shop near the beach George had picked out.
I've got a plan. Meet me at the indicated coordinates. Dress semi-casual.
He attatched the coordinates to that, and started a casual wander towards the coffee shop, stopping to pick up a pair of trunks, and a towel. Once he was at the coffee shop, he changed into the trunks, admired the rather livid bruises he'd acquired, and sipped a hot black coffee while awaiting the guys.