#i guess she is technically old enough to drink.. barely. i don't think she likes to though

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y'know how y.akuza protagonists usually have a drunk gauge on the side of the screen? and you know how my s.ugiura fankid grows up to be protagonist of her own game that I made up? i think it would be so funny if she has a caffeine gauge instead

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The Bucketlist

Mini-Series of Short Stories

St. Valentines Day: CHAPTER 1

"Number 5. Done! So much to do, so little time." The woman said.

Checking an item off her list.

She already got her things packed, ready to leave for the beach.

She rode a plane, a cab, and a train going to her destination.

"Plage Solitaire." Gisela mentioned the name of the beach.

Her vision turned from left to right.

She inhaled the fresh air and appreciated one of her best decisions in life.

The place looks private and isolated for there are only few people living at the sea-side.

"No pure white sand. Waters are not so clear. Lonely. Of all the Beaches, why here in this damn stinky hole? Well, 'can't blame ye, the morning and afternoon in this village is peaceful indeed." An old folk muttered with a western accent as he is mixing drinks at his so called 'BoozeBar' which the old rusty sign said.

She just smiled and looked at the man.

"Oh, where's my darn manners, the name's Old Man Larry. What's your name child?" She shook his hand and answered.

"Nice to meet you Larry. Gisela. I have just moved in, I wanna live here, this is one of my favorite places as my parents brought me here once... Way back, when they're still alive. Wouldn't exchange it for another. Even if it's the last place I go to." She said forcing a smile to the man who just nodded feeling sad by just listening to her tone and watching her facial expressions.

She must be going through something.

Not just something.

A lot.

Tons of things are running on this silent woman's mind.

"Grandpa, can I drink this juice?" His grandson asked Larry.

"That ain't no juice son. That's poison. By the way, Gisela, you're welcome drink's on me. Ye may join the party later. The Valentine's Night is the opposite. It's the only night apart from Christmas ye can consider a festival." He said as he handed her his own concoction, like it was derived from two known mocktails/ladies' drink, Mimosa and Sangria.

Then an old lady approached and greeted them.

She seemed tough but she went to them smiling.

"I'm the owner of this isolated place you called a stinky hole Larry, like you have no respect for your wife, goodness gracious! You should be helping me build this place up, not spread rubbish to tear this place down. Do that again and I'll burry an old man to the sand. Nice to meet you?" She did not finish the sentence.

"Gisela. Of the doomed." She said laughing a bit.

"Oh such a joker. I'm Olivia." The old lady introduced herself.

The old woman showed Gisela the directions to her beach house.

It was a tiny, cozy, bright-yellow colored wooden beach house.

It's so remarkable and outstanding that you would even recognize it from afar.

It outshined the other dull-colored houses.

Plus, the best part is that, it's the nearest one to the beach.

She was busy arranging her stuff... When she heard the loud music pumped and started at the beach, she peaked through the window and saw the lights that gave life to the dead atmosphere earlier.

She heard and saw the people mingle, laugh and started to gather round the campfire to dance, chat and have fun not being sober tonight.

She dressed up wearing my lace bikini under my beach dress.

She went out and hanged at the BoozeBar when a guy recently approached her.

"Why aren't you drinking yet beautiful?" The weird guy asked.

"I don't plan on drowning myself in hard-liquor tonight. I would rather just drown in my own thoughts. Alone. Thank you." Gisela answered.

"Just a sip. Please." He insisted.

"No thanks. Can you go and leave the goner now?" Gisela resisted.

***Phone Rings***

Gisela's phone rang, she just stared at the screen to see who's calling, thinking if she would answer or not.

As she was doing so, split-second, the man dropped something in her drink and left without a trace.

She took a while deciding whether to answer it or not but in the end, she chose to ignore and miss the call.

She sipped her glass and her favorite songs played.

She went near the waters and sat on the sand to get a feel of what she seeked for.

Freedom.

After a few hours of listening to music, her vision began to blur.

She panicked and immediately stood which was a bad idea for she felt more groggy... Like a bad case of vertigo.

She tried to walk passed the crowed, little did she know that there was a hungry hyena waiting for her at the other side.

The man she was with earlier was waiting for her to fall under his trap and sieze her, like a predator stalking his prey.

Well, I guess first impressions last, by the looks of it, he isn't really gonna do any good.

She walked, but she also felt so dizzy that she cannot even stand straight.

Her knees are trembling and it looked like her eyesight betrayed her for being inconsistent, it goes back to normal in a few seconds then intermittently goes back to being blurry again.

Her strength gave up on her and she lost her balance.

A man caught her from her back using his strong and firm arms.

A different man than the one from before.

"Are you alright Miss?" The man with a very deep voice asked.

Gisela gathered all of her strength to open her eyes wide to locate her house.

Well, it's literally just near the water, the BoozeBar and the party so she did not have a hard time pin-pointing the place even if it's just the outline and the color of the house that she can recognize as of the moment.

She lifted her arms and pointed her finger to that direction.

To make sure,  the guy asked old man Larry where she lives...

"Well, it's that bright house over there. Take care of the lonely woman but don't try to do anything ungentlemanly or you'll end up in a dungeon..." The old man warned the handsome man and he just nodded.

It seemed that he got tired and carried the woman in his arms.

When they got to her place, he immediately looked for the sink and filled the kettle with water then he set it to boil.

He's now got a luke-warm water on the basin and wiped Gisela's face with a wet cloth.

It seemed that right after, Gisela went to life a bit and asked the man who he is...

"Are you sure you do not recognize me? I can't blame you, this place has no TV." He muttered his observation.

"I can't breathe! I might die from it! Why is it so damn hot in here?!" Gisela screamed and immediately slipped out of her dress and untied the knots of her bikini, exposing her bare skin in front of the stranger.

The man is also drunk but Gisela might have been drugged.

But the man was not aware of that, he just thought she had more than enough Booze because of her stench.

Technically, she drank but just  little.

So that's what he smelled.

The man tried to dress her up again.

With the shown concern, Gisela got curious to get to know the man who's taking care or her.

She looked at his face carefully trying her best to recognize a feature of his face which might have been misinterpreted by the drunken man.

He thought that she was trying to kiss him and suddenly their faces went closely looking at each other...

It did not matter who broke and closed the space between them but their lips met, passionately kissing and wildly answering evey touch of the other person.

Leave it to one's imagination.

You name it...

They did it all the way that night.

Then, the rest were just hot history in the making.

Next morning, er, afternoon, with eyes still closed Gisela felt her aching body muscles and her 'you know what' is definitely sore but that was the best and the longest sleep she ever had especially for the passed couple of weeks that she has not been able to sleep properly due to insomnia.

Not remembering what happened last night, she moved a little to embrace the pillow beside her but she felt that the pillow turned rocky and it felt like a heat of another person's flesh.

Little did she know, that it really wasn't a pillow.

So she opened one of her eyes, trying not to be blinded by the light coming from the window.

She froze and opened both of her eyes widely.

Not because her body is aching from the strenious activity she did last night...

But because she saw a naked stranger sleeping beside her...

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Characters/Cast/Face Claims (But feel free to imagine😉):

Courtney Eaton as Gisela Valentine

Choi Seung-hyun as Dorian West

[squaredancing-weston]

text || Brobastian (Week 2)

Bas: Okay fine - strategically placed mirrors, then, that get all of my best angles. But I mean, worst case scenario, we get a shitload of reflections of me. I don't see the downside. No, Brodes, /you're/ missing the point. It'd be far more humane to actually give me the relief I need rather than leave me in a permanent state of frustration. I mean, I don't know about you, but that sounds like more exertion than having someone tease me by opening me up, only to leave me wanting more. And, I mean, it's really only teasing the other guy, too. I'm sure he'd rather just pound me until I'm screaming his name while watching myself come apart in several different angles - god. It'd be so hot. So in what way does teasing me make more sense for either party, really?

Bas: The only person you're making laugh is yourself, so you have an audience of one. Which is you. How does that not sound sad to you? Nobody even showed up for your stand-up show, Brodes. Shame. I don't know - I find mocking other people hilarious. Take Hummel for example. Guy's so easily stirred up - it's great.

Bas: What, you think that just because I'm not interested in romance that I can't appreciate The Sound of Music? I know, I know - more nazis Surprise, surprise. Point is, if I went through life trying to avoid every single show that has romance, I'd be left with very little to watch. I'm not /that/ tired. Sleeping is boring. Seriously, it loses its appeal after the first few days. Trust me, I know the people I've slept with. Like I said, I go for quality. I mean, I might have had a few 9s, but I've never dipped lower than that. Yeah, well, one of the reasons I learned to sneak out a little quieter - to avoid shit like that again. Experienced or not, it sounds like you could've used someone to break you back into the world of hooking up - and what better way to start than me? Although there is that saying about saving the best till last. I said I tried whips /once/, moron, and I wasn't into it.

Bas: Didn't say that I couldn't be, but I'm not gonna die from having sex. Like you'll have any say what goes on my grave, unless it involves a poem about how hot I look naked. I'll draft something up for you, too. It'll probably involve chaps. You haven't seen me in weeks. For all you know, I look perfectly fuckable. I've seen the shows - I read /some/ of the books, but honestly, I'm not really into glorified food porn, so I gave up. No, you chose the old woman. "Girl" isn't the right way to describe her.

Bas: I wouldn't go that far. His ass /does/ rival mine, but I still think I've got the edge. Please - Blaine's everyone's type. You sure about that? I mean, I've known the guy since high school, Brodes. Plenty of time to corrupt him on some level. I have my ways.

Bas: Well, you could, but the question is - would it be as fun as talking to/about me? I doubt it. Who says you can't have it both ways? Now, Brodes, don't tell me you're going back in the closet. Sleeping with just girls is no fun. I /could/ stop answering, but where's the fun in that? As you keep insisting on reminding me, /I'm/ stuck inside with nowhere to go. Question is - what's your excuse?

Bas: What I had in mind didn't really involve mayonnaise, but I know that sometimes you get easily confused. She won't have /time/ to eat. They're /kids/ - they don't need to learn that shit until college, and it's really not all that hard to bend over in front of someone. I don't need Reese Witherspoon teaching me how to do it.

Brody: Fine, fine-- we can get you a bunch of mirrors so you can always see yourself fucking straining and hot and sweaty with this sensual sex monkey keening all over you. Better? But Bas-- the whole point of this was the fact that you're on your back for the next week-- and not in a good way. So you're not getting relief. We were trying to create a scenario that made it more manageable, remember? Not to get you fucked. So we found you someone that could manage that level or restraint that would drool and lave all over you without actually getting you off-- because you're sick and can't get off right now. So rather than put you at risk by giving in to his base instincts and spreading you open and just fucking slamming into you so hard that you can taste him cumming, he's choosing to wait for you. It's kind of romantic, really.

Brody: You only think that because you're only hearing one person in this conversation-- lots of people at work think this whole thing is hilarious. But even if they didn't, isn't it more important for me to find me funny? I'm awesome. Of course you do-- seriously, Kurt's just a kid, Bas-- you really don't need to be so hard on him. I mean, I know that's the only type of //hard// you can manage right now, but still XD

Brody: You're a Julie fan? Damn, that's sort of cute, peacock-- now I'm going to have to put together a compilation to have someone follow you around with at school. Hide a running playlist in your classroom... You do seem to enjoy your thwarted Nazis. That's true-- you'd be stuck with Annie and The Wizard of Oz and Chicago-- neither of which featured Nazis. Very disappointing. Okay-- so now Sleeping Beauty plotline in your South Park movie. Got it. Well, technically you //don't//, since you've just met them XD But yeah, I get your point, and if you think that there are enough 10s to keep up with your lifestyle, I'll believe you. Trust me-- sneaking out of the state was the only way to avoid it. Considering you were still a barely-drinking Bas, I would have felt bad for taking advantage of your innocence, but I appreciate the thought. God, I hope you're not my last, Bas-- that would just be depressing as hell. No offense. Uh huh-- just the once; not into it. Got it ;)

Brody: You could die from over-exerting yourself, punk. That's how people die in marathons-- their hearts give out. And you're sick, so sex would be your marathon, and then I'd catch all sorts of flack that, let's be honest, wouldn't be //that// great to begin with. Well then how can I say I told you so if you're dead and I can't write it on your tombstone? And thank you-- I will not be responsible for your boasting from the grave. Your body won't fit in the casket with your head still inflating. The chaps again Bas? Seriously, maybe I'll just buy you a pair and //they// can relieve that frustration for you. I know what sick looks like-- I don't need to see you daily to know how crappy you still look. So you've seen the shows, but you didn't follow "You murdered and raped my sister" between the bouts of, you know, murdering and raping? And then DYING? Were you having sex while you were watching? No-- my choice were the Tyrell siblings, and I chose the girl. I said if I were //you//, I would choose the old lady, since she wouldn't split me in half, first with her dick and then with her sword. And plus SHE'S NOT DEAD.

Brody: Yes-- your ass is straight as an edge. Definitely shapeless, especially compared to Blaine. I don't know-- I feel like I'd be corrupting him or something. He's just young, you know? The guy doesn't have a favorite sex position, for pete's sake. Takes off from the physical appeal. Yeah, I'm sure //some// ways-- just not all of them.

Brody: I guess that's up for debate. I mean, no one's projecting their freaky kinks at me if I'm talking to normal people at least. I was never in the closet, asshat. I was just kind of standing unawares in the doorway. And quitting this tete de tete with you is hardly shuffling back inside. I'm on lunch.

Brody: Well, I figured you had that weird thing about food play, so maybe you could make use of her excessive condiments. So you're going to reduce her to fainting from hypoglycemia? Rude. So you're saying you never batted your eyelashes to get what you wanted until college? Why do I doubt that?