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Chris had been on the island for nearly two weeks now, and when it came down to it, he actually liked it. There was no pressure from anyone to pick a career or find a job or whatever, no one gave a shit if he smoked spliff in public and the sun was out just...all the time. If it weren't for the crap parties and certain people from home not being there, Chris might have actually thought it was some kind of island paradise.
Well, that and the lack of nude beaches. What kind of an island paradise didn't have nude beaches? It was fucking mental, it was. They even had nude beaches in Italy. At least that's what Chris had heard; he'd never actually been there himself.
Island paradise or not, Chris was on a mission. Maybe this mission was mostly altruistic, or maybe he was trying to keep his mind off of the fact that he hadn't seen Jal in nearly two weeks, had no idea how she was doing and couldn't do anything about it at all. Either way, Chris was going to throw a party. And not like what the islanders called a 'party', which was really more like a gathering or something, but a proper party. One with music and lights and alcohol and pills...
Not that he knew where he was going to get the pills from exactly, but he'd think about that later. Right now, the important part was finding a place to have it in the first place. He couldn't have it near the compound, or even in his hut, because chances were, someone would try to break it up and make them all quiet down or something.
So Chris had gone walking through the jungle, off the boardwalk, hoping to find a good spot to host something spectacular. He was hoping to find a cave or a clearing maybe. Perhaps someone had left a hut abandoned in the middle of nowhere.
Bifter lazily hanging out of the corner of his mouth, Chris stepped over a tree root and pushed aside some foliage, hoping what he was looking for would miraculously be on the other side. Instead of some magical clearing or cave, however, the only thing that greeted him was a large, ugly, and somewhat mean looking toad. Chris wasn't even sure toads had the capacity for looking angry, but this one certainly looked it anyway.
Either way, Chris couldn't help but wonder if said angry toad was the answer to his lack of drugs. You were supposed to be able to lick those things, weren't you?
Chris wasn't entirely sure that this one wouldn't try to bite him if he tried it. If toads had teeth in the first place.
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Well, that and the lack of nude beaches. What kind of an island paradise didn't have nude beaches? It was fucking mental, it was. They even had nude beaches in Italy. At least that's what Chris had heard; he'd never actually been there himself.
Island paradise or not, Chris was on a mission. Maybe this mission was mostly altruistic, or maybe he was trying to keep his mind off of the fact that he hadn't seen Jal in nearly two weeks, had no idea how she was doing and couldn't do anything about it at all. Either way, Chris was going to throw a party. And not like what the islanders called a 'party', which was really more like a gathering or something, but a proper party. One with music and lights and alcohol and pills...
Not that he knew where he was going to get the pills from exactly, but he'd think about that later. Right now, the important part was finding a place to have it in the first place. He couldn't have it near the compound, or even in his hut, because chances were, someone would try to break it up and make them all quiet down or something.
So Chris had gone walking through the jungle, off the boardwalk, hoping to find a good spot to host something spectacular. He was hoping to find a cave or a clearing maybe. Perhaps someone had left a hut abandoned in the middle of nowhere.
Bifter lazily hanging out of the corner of his mouth, Chris stepped over a tree root and pushed aside some foliage, hoping what he was looking for would miraculously be on the other side. Instead of some magical clearing or cave, however, the only thing that greeted him was a large, ugly, and somewhat mean looking toad. Chris wasn't even sure toads had the capacity for looking angry, but this one certainly looked it anyway.
Either way, Chris couldn't help but wonder if said angry toad was the answer to his lack of drugs. You were supposed to be able to lick those things, weren't you?
Chris wasn't entirely sure that this one wouldn't try to bite him if he tried it. If toads had teeth in the first place.
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