Who: Darius and Scott What: Drinking, hanging out, looking at scantily clad women Where: a beach in Spain When: early evening Warnings: um? Copious amounts of teenage boy-ness, with a side helping of 'OMG, people expect me to be perfect!'
The sun was just starting to go down when Darius opened his second beer of the evening. He enjoyed hanging out with Scott. When he drank with Nathan, he could never keep up. But with Scott the drinking was secondary, instead of a learned defence against the horrors of his life.
At least for the moment. He leaned back in his lawn chair, a lazy semi-smile on his face. "Told you Spain has the hottest women." Ah, the joys of being a world traveler.