Wesley was really enjoying Hawaii. The women and drinks were both perfection, though Wes wasn't enjoying how much attention Louis was getting. The green envy died quickly as the drinks kept coming.
Dressed in his grass skirt, sans underpants, Wesley sipped on some sort of pineapple-vodka-whothefuckknows concoction and sauntered over to his mate, who was mingling with some girls.
"'Ello chap," Wes said, accentuating his British accent. The girls seemed to dig it, so he was eager to get the full effect of it. One of the girls seemed to swoon, so Wes beamed at her. When she quickly looked away, Wes frowned. What had he done wrong?
His eyes landed on something beautiful. Mahogony, sleek, untouched..... a piano.
"Louis! Louis, Louis, Louis," Wes slurred hurriedly, smacking his mate on the shoulder abruptly. "D'you see what I see?"