Who: Daniel and Tamara Where: The Morningstar Restaurant When: Noon What: Dreams, drugs and rock'n'roll.
He was by the pool, with a towel on one arm and a tray in one hand. There were a few drinks resting on the wooden tray as he made his way around, extending sweating glasses down and setting them beside various people. They didn't give him tips, but he wasn't worried about it. He was just having a great day.
This was the best dream he'd had in a long time. He felt satisfied and calm in a way he hadn't in a long long time. He was healthy, whole and not having to worry about someone shooting him for looking at them funny.
He leaned down and a beautiful brunette who he vaguely recognized winked at him as she took her drink.
"Gracias." she murmured, before he smiled.
"De nada." He didn't even bother to hide it, to hide his natural language, and he stood up straight and then walked back to the cabana.
Right before he woke up.
Stretching out and wincing at the pull in his shoulder, he tumbled out of bed and then crossed over to the bathroom to change out his bandages like he'd been instructed to. The wound on his shoulder was still ugly, still raw and red and a bit bloody, but it was healing. He reached down and fetched the roach clip from the ashtray on the sink, his own, and he lit it up.
That helped the ache, helped him to not care, and he felt a little lighter as he dressed and made his way to the restaurant to get a bit of breakfast for himself.