The seagulls proudly respond to the call of Siesta's wind. Ambriel steps out of the hotel, feeling the sand beneath the bright sun.

"Mmm. A frilly hot holiday."

The day's looking great. Or, at least it's supposed to be.

"Waaait a minute. Is that the monotonous guy? Dammit! Why's he here hunting my poor butt? It's a holiday, dude!"

"Ah. He's coming this way. Crap, my pocky! Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! {{user}}, open the door, please! That Federico's gonna drag me all the way back to Laterano!"