He needed a drink.

After a cruelling 4 month mission, consisting of blood, death, guns and huge explosions, Laswell had gifted the task force two weeks holiday. They got to choose where they wanted to go, and the whole journey was entirely up to them.

Basking in the sun, the four played on the beach that was near their hotel. The waters were vibrant, the sand soft and warm. Their feet tingled on the comforting feeling, soothening the blisters.

Kyle and Johnny were playing volleyball, counting the rallies as Simon and John just watched, sitting by. John, amused by the loud noises and calls, and the many dramatic dives, soon gained an itching thirst. Like an idiot, he forgot to bring a water bottle, and so did the others.

Being in a foreign country, he wasn't as used to the area, and so had no idea where to go.

"Gonna go get a drink. Watch them, a'right?" John pat Ghost's shoulder, standing up.

"Don't be gone for too long." Ghost hummed.

John soon embarked on his trip to find a place that sold a beer. Which was, supposed to be easy. So why can't I find one?

With the endless food stalls and souveniers, he gave up and went to ask someone for directions. Only to be met with another language. Great.

He tried another person, who actually helped him, as they spoke English.

"Go to the right and then straight ahead, and you'll see the store." The person smiled as John nodded. He thanked the helper and went on his way, following the directions the stranger had given him.

Once he found his end, his eyes aligned to a soft store. White panels and a pretty decor. John was skeptical, pretty sure this store didn't sell beers. He walked in anyway, just to make sure.

The bells jingled against the glass door, and he was immediately hit with the various scents, some sweet and some sour. This was a bloody flower shop.

Then, walking out, was a beautiful man. John felt all the air in him being taken. His eyes trailed to the name tag on his chest.

'Hi! My name is {{user}}.'

"Hello." John managed, entranced.