[ James boldy (and somewhat nervously) shows up topless, hoping that the club will provide something to accompanying the obnoxiously tiny swim trunks. Though he was prepared for feeling like a fool, what they hand him isn't all that bad, it's just that the whole outfit (the demons said the shirt remains open or he can go without), looking down at himself, still triggers asshat syndrome. Or tooly douchbag, maybe.
There's a prolonged sigh before Holden weaves through neon and nudity and the like to locate Bela. The picture didn't quite do her justice, because the level of hotness elevates at seeing her in the flesh. A lot more flesh than their previous encounters. He's starting to think that this night may not go the way in which he was envisioning when first reading the text message. ]
→ acton ; 'Hypa, hypa, you're pretty and I like ya / Move your body, girl, all night long'
There's a prolonged sigh before Holden weaves through neon and nudity and the like to locate Bela. The picture didn't quite do her justice, because the level of hotness elevates at seeing her in the flesh. A lot more flesh than their previous encounters. He's starting to think that this night may not go the way in which he was envisioning when first reading the text message. ]