Snippet #1488602

Spencer was high; or at least he had been when he'd gotten on the plane. Not that it was much of a surprise, he was always such a goof that he probably seemed high as kite when he wasn't, and when he was, he slept. Not really a huge fan of planes, mostly because they always made his ears hurt, and the fact that he had stayed up rather late, sleeping on the plane seemed like the ideal option. It was odd, to see a normally brash, impulsive, spaz looked so peaceful while sleeping. Next thing the brunette knew was the plane was taxing. Grey blue eyes finally fluttered open, and sitting up, Spence removed his headphones from his ears and stretched as much as he could in the small seat while simultaneously yawning. Looking out the window, excitement bubbled up in his stomach and he was instantly awake, his signature lopsided grin brandishing his features. "Rio de Janeiro, here we come."

Soon enough, they all had debarked from the plane, things in tow, and were heading for the shuttle. Spencer took long casual strides, on hand in his pocket, the other holding the strap to his backpack while a duffel bag was slung over his opposite shoulder. Sporting pair of cargo shorts, a plain t-shirt and an unbuttoned plaid shirt atop that, he suddenly had the urge to remove the button up as the hot air and sun felt warm and caressed his skin. It was gorgeous outside. The sweet, salty, fresh smell of the ocean flooded his senses, while the light sea breeze offered a crisp feeling that eased the hot touch of the sun, if only a little. As they stepped outside on the platform where they would meet the shuttle, Spence unhooked his mirrored aviators from his shirt and placed them over his eyes as he took in the whole place, the atmosphere, the people, everything he could.

Habitually patting down his pocket, he retrieved and placed a cigarette between his lips, inhaling, exhaling, and relaxing until the shuttle arrived. He followed his friends on, snuffing out the cancer stick with his shoe before climbing into the nearest window seat he could. Spencer was surprisingly quiet, he was still in shock, still processing the amazing information that they were there. They were really there. This summer was going to be fucking amazing. Watching the trees and locals speed by past the shuttle window, soon enough the Copacabana Hotel was in his sights and a grin slipped back onto his face before opping out of their brief transportation and making their way to the check in desk. A quick ride on the elevator to the fifth floor and they were there. Spence only shook his head and chuckled as the girls scampered off and claimed their rooms. He wasn't picky, he simply tossed his bags in the corner of the room and only bothered to fish out his swim trunks, a towel, and the small pull-strings-to-shut bag that he'd pre-packed with a water bottle, and sun screen. Tossing his phone and wallet in said bag, he changed in a matter of seconds, and slung the towel over his shoulder.

"Move your asses! You're killing prime beach time!" Spence announced, leaning near the threshold of the door.