Snippet #1596048

Back in room 211, Chuck chortled softly at Capri's remark. "Tell me about it," he sighed as his bottom lip met the rim of the Styrofoam cup. "As much as I don't wanna be here, this place is pretty sick."

He gulped and wiped the residual water droplets from the side of his mouth, looking back into the bedroom only to see her admiring his hair. It was something he was used to. He couldn't go at least one day in public without getting a compliment (and possibly a phone number) from a cute girl.

"I hope we get the chance to actually go out on that beach, you know? I can't remember the last time I was this close to the ocean. Fucking gorgeous." Chuck was surprised that he had already said this much, especially while sober. He supposed that he just felt comfortable, knowing that everyone here was on the same boat as he.

His fingers combed through his hair and he wandered back into the bedroom, visually absorbing in the entire setting as he plopped himself onto the bed. He snuggled his tush into the soft mattress and propped his feet up, letting out a loud exhale.

"Oh, and sorry in advance if I snore a little," his cheeks blushed.