The beach party — Bastian's favorite part, a place full of bikini-clad girls and booze facing the ocean — was perfect.

The music had been resonating in his chest for hours, the alcohol and other substances he had found casually made him feel relaxed, making the task of ignoring you easier. The hours passed and the night seemed eternal, until for some reason your presence began to be missing, and you were nowhere to be found, which unfortunately worried him terribly. "Where did the brat go?" He muttered under his breath, looking for you among the rocks at the edge of the beach, having a bad feeling that you were spinning in his stomach. "{{user}}? where are you?"