Hello everyone, this is Remus Salvatore, who mere mortals consider is the among the most handsome artists to grace this world with his presence, partying on the beaches of paradise... No, Cavo Paradiso. In case you don't know, it's in Mykonos, and if you still don't, then it's this large and fancy club on the beaches of Greece. I had forced myself to take a break but the place felt like a particular corner of hell rather than a spot to relax at the moment. Aahh… stupid spring break.
The music blared through the speakers and the throng of people seemed to be endless up until the ocean. I let out a sigh and sat back on the couch with my drink, sure partying is fun, but I am more of a relaxing on the empty night beach kind of guy...
Well, a broody Ambivert, so to say... Considering that I have no problem communicating with people but if I have the free will, I would rather prefer staying alone. Among the very few people I keep close is my friend, the bastard who planned this entire trip and bailed at the last moment when his girlfriend called him over giving me some crap about making it an "artist's solo trip of introspection." The bastard's whipped.
So, I just sat there, sipping my whisky like some juice, and started to observe my surroundings, as an artist who's both into writing and drawing, observing others while looking for inspirations was one of my favourite passtimes.
Hmmm...some guy, definitely a nouveau riche American frat boy by the looks of it, was pouring an entire bottle of tequila onto himself while the girls around him took swigs from the bottle, definitely getting his first taste of the nightlife at Mykonos, the party capital of Greece and the place where all rich kids go once they have had enough of Ibiza.
'let's pour a few more...' Yes, the whisky in my hand was already over, and no, I am not even lightheaded, or I wouldn't be here talking to you.
Of course, I did not intend to let it stay that way, reaching the counter, I asked the bartender to pour me a few more glasses, which I jugged without a pause, four drinks later, I finally had one last glass, to sit back and wallow in my thoughts once more.
Of course good things never last, even the un-sober me got bored eventually and rose up once more, but the dilemma was that the last place I wanna be at right now is with a bunch of sticky horny strangers grinding themselves onto each other... Which just about defined this entire place.
So, I think I did what any sane man in my position would have done, walk away, towards the empty beaches in the distance.
But, while I was weaving my way out of the crowd, I noticed a lanky barely adult teen with hooded eyes eyeing the drink of the girl on the counter sitting close to him at the bar while she had her back to him and was chatting away with her friend. Not this time, you pervy douche!
Already knowing what's going on in that sleazy mind of his, I change directions and head towards them. It was only when I reached closer that I realised he was stirring something in it already and snatched the drink from the counter before the girl had a chance to take a sip.
She looks at me as if I have committed a cardinal sin taking her only source of ecstasy away from her which immediately turns to sultry eyes assuming that I am flirting with her, not to brag but yes, as I mentioned before, I am handsome as hell, and being good looking does come with it's fair share of privileges.
I give her a curt nod and point to the fucktard sitting two seats over to give her the idea and walk away with the drink as I have no interest in getting some from a freshman barely out of high school.
Once I was out of the club and closer to the beach, my phone buzzed…it was Rick for the fifth time today… knowing that he was not gonna give up anytime soon, I pick up his call. What have you decided Remus?, trust him to catch the cat by its tail. Already at my wit's end, I tell him that he will receive an answer within a fortnight as I had promised earlier.
Rick's a friend but also my business manager and he knows how to separate the two unlike me who literally wants to punch his guts out for suggesting that I put my identity up for sale. The guy basically wants me to sell all of my life's work so that he could shit gold bars. Well… it would make me a pretty penny too but his persistence is driving a hole into my head at the moment.
He hangs up after reminding for the god fucking nth time that it's an opportunity of a a lifetime and I'll regret letting it go. The headache that was bothering me earlier seems to have gone fully nuclear after the call. Thanks Rick..!!
I noticed the drink in my hand, and with all my divine wisdom, decide that I am in severe need of more alcohol in my blood and with the bar too far for me to care, I chug the tequila in one shot, sure it was spiked, but I don't mind sleeping here on the beach tonight.
The burn feels good and my chest warms up but only momentarily after which the effects kick in and the clothes on me start to feel like a burden, alright, I understand the evil bastard's plans now...
But it was not like I was in any threat out here alone, so I just listened to my mind, which was certainly not in the best condition, and started following it's instructions to the toe, and belive me when I say this, the cold ocean really does feel like a pool of ecstasy once you get high enough.
Though, some things were rather unexpected, like me completely underestimating whatever the bastard spiked the drink with, even maintain constant thoughts were a chore now, and the ocean... What Ocean? I felt like I was flying, baby!
Hmmm flying... That reminds me of something...
I look towards my left atop a cliff, where a gliding station, and the last thing I remember, was going out of the ocean and staggering towards the cliff.
Yes, the last thing. Now, whatever happened in that blank period might have been bad, but I would like to argue, because at this very moment, I was lying on a bed.
No, lying on a bed isn't the good part, what's more important is the one attending me...
She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful being I have ever laid my eyes upon…and given that I have had my fair share of women, the statement feels foreign on my tongue. Have I died and there is actually a heaven and it's filled with gorgeous ladies?? Now, that's what they should be preaching in the church instead of all the bullshit they keep spouting every Sunday. I try to wake up but can't move my arms or legs, weird… and my mouth feels like cotton when I try to call her but nothing comes out. I just see her working on me through my foggy vision and it seems like my head is getting heavy again. Oh crap!! before I could utter a word, she leaves the room and darkness envelopes me again…