Post by mac on Jul 16, 2017 20:57:10 GMT
It was a gorgeous weekend in Salem. Victor didn’t have any pressing plans today, and most of his friends were busy. And the others? Well, they were ones Victor didn’t care to hang out with. So, he decided to go out of town to the ocean. He had left his phone at his house as he always did when he went out to surf. Who needed to update Twitter when on the waves, right?
He wore black swim shorts with -- speaking of twitter – the little verified symbol right on the crotch. He thought it was a pretty witty suit, so he bought it the other day even if he preferred blues and whites to the solid black color of the suit. Over his shoulders was a summer hoodie, unzipped and revealing his tattooed chest. He only really had it to cover himself up and save all the thirsty women around the flood that would surely come from them if he bore his plain chest.
Victor’s feet were covered in some black velcro sandals (not flip flops, those things got so much sand between them) and made flopping sounds as he approached the beach, passing by a place he knew all too well. Surfin’ Safari stood proud, and Victor spared a glance inside. He saw one customer milling about, but he wasn’t interested in her. He spotted, instead, a familiar face. He grinned and decided to enter the shack, the air conditioner causing him to involuntarily shiver. Man, imagine how cool the water would feel on his burning skin!
”Perla!” Victor said, giving his friend a grin. It was a rather unlikely friendship, since when she was at school they had barely spoken a word to one another and came from different social ranks. However, Victor found talking to her one of the highlights of the beach, when it did happen. ”You on shift or what?”