#palm beach zoo

[rachelsrandomsphotos]

American Flamingo (Phoenicopterus ruber)

Taken at the Palm Beach Zoo in West Palm Beach, FL

[dandelionsresilience]

Good News - March 22-28

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1. Scimitar-horned Oryx: A Story of Global Conservation Success

“Eight years following the first reintroductions of the species in a protected range in Chad, the species has been downlisted to ‘Endangered’ [an improvement from “extinct in the wild”] in the most recent IUCN Red List update.”

2. Thailand moves closer to legalising same-sex marriage

“Under the law, it describes a marriage union as one between two individuals, rather than a man and a woman. It will give LGBTQ+ couples the ability to adopt, have equal access to marital tax savings, rights to property and the ability to decide medical treatment when their partner is incapacitated.”

3. Juvenile platypus found in NSW: a sign of breeding success

“A baby platypus was discovered in the Royal National Park less than a year after 10 were reintroduced to the area, marking the end of a half-century local extinction. […] “Finding the juvenile platypus is a clear sign the reintroduced population is not just surviving but thriving, adapting well to their environment, and contributing to the genetic diversity and resilience of this iconic species.””

4. New Laws Protect Bird-Friendly Yards From Neighborhood Rules

“A blossoming legislative trend prevents homeowners associations, which set landscaping rules for a growing number of Americans, from forbidding native plants.”

5. Bookstores Around The World Are Flourishing Again

“[I]t’s not just the major chains like Barnes & Noble that are flourishing, as the US book sales market continues to both grow and diversify, the majority of the retail book market is controlled by small indie stores.”

6. 'Like a luxury condominium': Providence zoo unveils new red panda habitat

“"Kendji and Zan's new home boasts a spacious two-story, climate-controlled indoor space designed to mimic their natural Himalayan habitat," the zoo said in a news release. "This ensures their well-being regardless of fluctuating Rhode Island temperatures and humidity."”

7. The first CULTIVATE Mobile Research Lab on food sharing in Barcelona

“[Volunteers] engaged in growing, cooking and eating food together, and redistributing surplus food, as well as other actors involved in food sharing and sustainable food systems in Barcelona and its surroundings.”

8. New Methane Rule Will Reduce Natural Gas Waste, Generate Money for Taxpayers, Help Address Climate Change

“The Bureau of Land Management’s final rule on reducing methane waste from oil and gas production on public lands will conserve critical energy resources, with the added benefit of decreasing toxic pollution [….] The rule will benefit wildlife, public lands, water resources, and nearby communities. By requiring royalties for wasted methane, the rule will also generate more than $50 million each year for American taxpayers.”

9. 'Exceptional' Two-Headed Snake Undergoes Surgery in Missouri

“Tiger-Lily's [the snake’s] abnormal ovaries were then removed during surgery at the Saint Louis Zoo Endangered Species Research Center and Veterinary Hospital on March 11. The procedure went smoothly, with her ovaries being successfully removed, and the snake is recovering well.”

10. Aruba Embraces the Rights of Nature and a Human Right to a Clean Environment

“A draft constitutional amendment would make the Carribean nation the second country in the world to recognize that nature has the right to exist.”

March 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[my-reputation-precedes-me]

heyo it’s “missing a place that i used to live in over a decade ago as a child and have vague, yet happy memories of” hours

[catfern]

lap dog.

in support of palestine ∙ the reality of tlou ∙ resources

pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader x abby anderson

music: master of none - beach house

word count: 2k

summary: abby and ellie are best friends, never more. when you come into the picture, competition bleeds into something else entirely.

warnings: porn, ellabs, sub-ish!abby, sub-top!ellie, dom-ish!reader, marijuana use, got high and watched challengers this is what happened

fern says ⎯ this one goes out to @heavenbloom & @atyourmerci the only two pookies keeping me going at this point! rawr!

it was innocent, at first. you suppose.

a pit sinking in your stomach at the all-too-looming feeling of a foreign school, the kind smile offered was an olive branch. white teeth, skin blemished only with the soft indents of a splattering of freckles and moles, it put you at ease. this definitively friendly tour guide.

“hey, m’abby.” the squeeze of her hand was gentle, but firm. practiced. her eyes on you felt like a studied gaze, a flicker over your body that made your ears burn, your name on her tongue a syrupy temptation. “i’m s’posed to show you around, so…”

you clung to abby, in your first few weeks. you would’ve felt bad, this dependence on your only friend growing, if she hadn’t returned the sentiment almost tenfold. 

hey

want coffee before class?

- abby

the blaring screen of your phone dunking on you like ice water, bleary eyes and a dopey smile typing a response in the early morning manufactured darkness of your dorm room. 

she’d show, fifteen minutes later, in all the gloried aftermath of her morning run, shoving the iced latte at you with easy conversation. she’d wait on your bed while you dressed, poorly pretending to be wildly interested in her instagram explore page.

ellie happened later.

“she hot?”

“i don’t wanna answer that.”

the ball hits the roof, before bouncing with a mean thwack into the tangle of abby’s hair. ellie pulls herself up on the bed, teetering on her tired forearms with a servile smile. “come on,”  the rasp in her voice gives her a malignant edge, “objectively, is she hot?”

abby looks at her, swallowed in her gaze even from across the room. she rolls her eyes before returning to roughly running a brush through her hair, “she’s nice.”

“fucking prude!” the palm of ellie’s hand comes down like a rough punishment, a sting on the sculpt of abby’s shoulder that rings a small wince. her laugh is complimentary, “what? she a secret or something?”

abby shakes her roommate’s sliding hands off her, fighting her languid, teasing embrace, “no, no, she’s just- i dunno.”

a light hum fills the quick silence in the air, ellie pulls away.

“i wanna meet her.”

“what? ellie —“ abby whips around quick, something akin to a firm, stubborn fear tracing her face, “no. no.”

you shift on the floor, the scratchy carpet under your ass stinging with a strange itch. the joint is hanging weakly between ellie’s lips as she holds the lighter to it, off-handed smoke swirling and ebbing in the close air of the room. abby is sequestered on her bed, trying her hardest not collapse in on herself.

you’re taking the joint from ellie, ellie. her iced gaze flickers between the both of you, something unrecognisable sitting, gnawing at her very soul.

“so,” smoke spills from your mouth, dripping from your lips like it never wanted to leave you. you hold the blunt, firm between two fingers as you trace your thoughts with your hand, “what is this?”

ellie laughs faintly, her eyes meeting the terror of abby’s briefly, before falling over the way you’re sat, cross legged, the thin fabric of pyjama shorts riding up your thigh. her laugh is dopey, saccharine laced with a bite, “what d’ya mean?”

you’re pinned, like a dead butterfly behind glass, inspected. abby leans forward, a pique of interest crawling up her spine, her elbows digging nasty red welts into her knees. they both, as if practiced, stare, like careful animals on the other side of a zoo exhibit fence. they know they cannot touch you, but they deign still to think they can try.

 you laugh, something elevated, untouchable, bringing the joint back to your mouth, “you two — you seem, close.”

a shared look of panic and something deeper sets between them, ellie stretching her legs to knock yours as she plucks the joint from you, shooting abby a teasing glance. she pats the battered carpet next to her, “come on abs.”

the nickname is a taunt, an echo of some wild, buried intimacy that ellie wanted — needed  you to know. she’s answering your question, in a way.

abby slides off the bed, scooting over at her roommate’s beck and call. she takes the blunt tenderly, leaning back and letting ellie hold the lighter to her, the movement eased, familiar. she shakes her head, “we’re friends.”

you smile, lopsided, a low-flying buzz hanging in the air. your body loose, uncaring, as you canvas the look ellie has on her face. pensive.

“right.”

“what?”

“nothing, i just - i don’t believe you.” 

“it’s true!” the laugh shared between them is something too close for comfort to be true, but abby persists, “we grew up together, we play tennis together, we’re friends.”

“well…” the soft abrade of ellie’s voice was a testament, a challenge. for you, it was a tantalising peak behind a curtain so well guarded, a piece of themselves so rarely shared. for abby, it was an unnecessary torment. she looks at ellie, she sees the competition in her eyes. abby knows the sting of shared desire, of the punishing hand of her best friend. the brunette pouts, studying her roommate’s look of resigned pleading, “come on! i think it’s a — it’s a cute story. abby had a little, teensy crush on me when we were kids.”

“oh fuck off!” the edge in the swell of abby’s voice demanded attention, commanded respect in the abhorrent violence of something unexpected. the closeness of the two sat thick, heady in the face of the thin layer of smoke in the air. ellie’s hand slips from her thigh.

a silence befalls the three of you, foreign and raw in the space of casualty. the air of times past is not lost on you, as you watch the humiliation creep through abby’s skin in red flushes. ellie’s advantage.

“i think it’s cute,” you muse with a misaligned shrug.

— a beat.

“really?” that changes everything, in a pathetic sort of way. abby has the eyes of a puppy, a tortured lap dog as she looks at you, wide and wild, tamed on your word. a certain honey of victory sits in her stomach.

“yeah, i mean -“ you laugh, such an ardent reminder of their own pursuits of you, fresh and recognisable. of who stands on their feet, and who kneels before them. “i just don’t intend to be a homewrecker.”

“we’re not together.” they choir together in rehearsed concordance, in defence of themselves. strange, how their voices melt together in a harmony so well matched.

you hum, as if to challenge them quietly, before standing. the stretch of your legs provides a curious path, their gazes dripping upwards of you like forlorn magnets, drawn to your body. you look down on them with a quirk of your brow, pulling your pj shorts to rest higher on your hips, before perching yourself on the edge of ellie’s bed.

they look at you as if they had just lost you, something childishly snoopy glinting, matched, in their eyes. your hands run along the scratch of ellie’s bedsheets, exploring, before you pat either side of you, gently.

in a scramble, they pull themselves to your side, infringing on your summoning. ellie pressed to your left, abby to your right, inescapable, the both of them.

you meet abby’s gaze, swallowed nearly in the startling kindness of the blue of her iris. she looks so meagre, so shrunken and teetering on the edge of your existence, a planet in orbit of a raging star.

gently, with the softness you label so deserving of her, your hands wander, pulling her in, letting the chasteness of her lips fall away into a fevered triumph, the taste of the salt of her lips and the bitterness of the weed a chaser to her touch.

ellie, sat so humbly, waits in a quiet, angry defeat, her fingers ghosting the edge of your bare thigh. oh, to be the only child, so unused to sharing. impatient and derivative, she almost whines, a soft call for your attention. you answer, to the surprise of both, abby’s taste still on your lips, something so familiar.

she’s more callous than the girl she so aptly loves and despises, her movements quick and domineering as she seeks to own you. abby, tasting you and wanton for nothing, slips down to the stretch of your neck, pressing her kindness into your skin with the pliant pull of her teeth.

ellie’s hands are needy creatures, pulling over you like the ebb and flow of a vicious tide, snaking up your shirt for just a taste.

“..fuck.” your heavy breath fills the room like smoke, a complying pass for her to tease the stretch of her fingers under the waistband of your shorts. control was just a fleeting delusion, your hand grabbing at the bone of her wrist, “come on, let her go first.”

ellie, once again left waiting; abby, so all consumed with the pulse of your neck, is despondent, desperate, her breath shaky in your ear as her hand slips beneath the fabric, a soft groan dripping from her lips at the velvet of your walls enveloping her.

she’s slow, languid and unpracticed with her indigent circles around your clit. a sweet intoxication hanging heavy in the air, you laugh, coy and soft and somewhat mean. you had thought abby bigger, more unobtainable than she really was.

here, she is human. here, she bares her unspoken inexperience.

you pull a desperate, evil ellie from the swirl of your tit, so keen to pull your attention away. your thumb mindlessly swipes along the hang of her bottom lip, her breath warm and savouring in your sunlight.

“y’know what to do?” ellie nods into the palm of your hand, eager to show off, to please. “teach her.”

leaning up on the back of your elbows, you watch through a half-lidded honeyed gaze as ellie slinks down, conflicted. a certain affection in her touch, deeper than that of anything else, she finds abby’s fingers in the heat of your legs, leading them along the strings of your impulse.

a shaky moan leaves abby’s lips, the callous of ellie’s fingers along her own a dream unfounded. she can feel the press of her chest against her back, her breath in her ear, her chin on her shoulder. this was not unlike of them, not a foreign feeling, but new, still. the need in ellie’s throat is rotted, estranged to her touch.

they assess you on the bed, like an experiment. the arch of your back is artwork along the ripple of the sheets.

“go slow, you see that?” ellie’s voice is low in abby’s ear, tracing the breathy moans you drip beneath them. “just like that — good, abs. good girl.”

ellie’s hand slips from abby’s, running your slick along her arm, your thigh, a trail up your stomach as she comes to palm your tits, her mouth finding your neck, biting down on your wicked pulse in such difference to the other.

abby is lost, chasing feelings that no longer belong to her. she watches you writhe under her touch, under ellie’s touch. something wanting sits in her throat, unknown to her.

ellie is her best friend. but this — mean competition abandoned, this is something else. something buried, aged, ready to rear its head.

the blonde brings her lips to the dip of your stomach, pressing a soft trail up the curve of your hips. unsure of what she wants, what she’s looking for on the crest of your body, she presses the crook of her nose into your naval, her fingers burning, picking up their speed.

ellie comes to her, drawn to her like to her a flame. pressing a kiss to the curve of your breast, she finds the cotton of her friend’s lips so easily, as if fated. messily, they meet along the plume of your ribcage, you, an instrument for their own aches. esoteric, their tongues swirl on your skin, on their lips, tracing each other as if they had never known the other at all.

like dogs tugging at meat with the bare of their teeth.

homewrecker, indeed.

⎯ kofi

taglist; @whore4abby @endureher @beemillss @afraidofheightss @sentimentalyellow

[theclairvoyage]

Mermaid Purse - Part 1 of 3

AO3 | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Marine Biologist!Reader x Joel Miller

Summary: Summertime in Clearwater, Florida means no school, which means instead of teaching Marine Biology at a local university, you're bartending at The Rusty Sawfish, a bar located on the marina of Clearwater Beach. The owner's friend, who happens to be a sexy, suarthy Texan contractor, moves to town to start over and help his friend with a project, stumbling across you in the process... and you thought summer in Florida couldn't get hotter.

Warnings for Part 1: Minors DNI! adult language, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, reader is female, reader is able-bodied, unspecified age gap, allusions to smut, kissing, groping, mentions of threesomes. Please lmk if I missed anything!

WC: 9k

If Florida was good at one thing besides starring in strange headlines, it was bringing the heat.

Summer had its bags packed and was ready to leave Clearwater Beach. Not soon enough, you thought, as the humid, subtropical heat of late July in Southern Florida drenched your skin in sticky sweat. The salty breeze from the Gulf of Mexico made it bearable, as did the marine life.

You had loved animals as long as you can remember.  Growing up in the Midwest, you became acclimated to the four-legged ruminates and vast birds of the region. The closest thing you had to the ocean were stinky, dirt-sand beaches tucked away near state parks and curled highways. Oh, and the occasional zoo. Then grew your zeal for the ocean and the creatures that called it home.

That is, until you moved to Florida to study marine biology at the University of Florida, when that zeal exploded into full-on wonderment.

Some of your fondest memories of university were spending innumerable mornings out on the open sea, tagging sharks, rays, and skates for research. As you learned more about these gorgeous creatures, known in the scholarly world as the elasmobranchs, a feeling of protection grew.

And as always, the more you learned about animals, the more you learned about humans.  Some species of sharks have been fished to near-extinction, and over the course of your four years in undergrad, you bore witness to and swore to change that.

Now, as a Professor of Marine Biology at a new college in Clearwater devoted exclusively to the study of marine life, you do your best to imprint that mindset in your students.  Though in summertime, when the students are absent, you’re a full-time bartender at a local marina.  The double income in the summer is cushy, and it’s a nice change from teaching—not to mention the people watching.

That’s where you’re headed now, at 3:00 PM on a Friday—The Rusty Sawfish.  The name is what drew you in, obviously, but the ease and satisfaction of the job are what keep you.  The owner, Gil—another marine pun-slash-name—loves having you around, even if it’s only in the summertime.  He calls you during the school year to see how life is, and if you can pick up a random shift here and there.  A former Air Force pilot from Chicago, Gil spent a good chunk of his midlife in Southern Florida and opened The Rusty Sawfish after retired life bored him.

You turn onto Clearwater Memorial Causeway, a long bridge that connects mainland Florida to Clearwater Beach Island, where the bar is located.  You’ve not once grown tired of the view—beautiful, blue-green waters, white sand beaches, swaying palm trees, and endless sunshine.  Sometimes, you’ll catch an occasional shark dorsal fin cruising along calmer waters or a bottlenose dolphin breaching at the surface.

The Rusty Sawfish lies in Clearwater Municipal Marina, surrounded by several restaurants, hotels, other bars, and tourist spots.  Like many Southern Florida beach cities, the population is a revolving door.  You don’t mind it, though it’s not the same close-knit community as your hometown in Nebraska.

You park on the street and stroll up to the bar, shooing some laughing gulls from the sidewalk.  The tourists here love to feed them, and they feel comfortable in human spaces.  You check your watch—two minutes to spare before you’re “late”, though Gil would never call you out.  He’s just happy you’re there.

The bar is one of the few out here that has large, glass garage doors that can open and enclose the place, which gives it an advantage in case of bad weather.  The inside is modern, unlike many marina bars that are filled with worn wooden floors and hut-like roofs.  The natural lighting inside is beautiful, no thanks to the big windows flanking the front.  The long u-shaped bar has enough comfortable space for 4-5 bartenders at once, which is sometimes doubled on busy summer days.

You step in and walk directly to the back office to drop your purse and clock in.  Gil, perched in his old desk chair and staring at his ancient computer in the stuffy office, looks up from the screen, readers glasses threatening to slip from the edge of his nose.  You chuckle.

“Afternoon, kiddo,” he greets you, smile crinkling his tan, leathery face.

“Afternoon, Gil.  How’s it been today?”

“Same shit.  Big group of fishermen stopped here earlier and are still here.  May need to cut ‘em off soon if they haven’t started laying off the booze,” he groans, scribbling something on his legal pad.  A pencil and paper guy, Gil would still be using an old-fashioned book balance if it weren’t for you.  Though he understands that electronic bookkeeping is a lifesaver, he’s skeptical of computers—and terrible at using them.

“Sounds good.  Just me for a while?” You ask, setting your things in one of the desk drawers and punching in on the time clock.  You can’t remember who was at the bar when you walked in.

“Georgia is here, and we got 2 more coming in for the evening.  Shaping up to be a great night,” he says, returning to stare dead-faced at the computer.  Stifling a chuckle, you nod and exit the office.

Georgia, the lone bartender, is quite happy to see you as she wipes off the countertop of the bar.  She’s a close friend of yours—you two met here at the bar several years ago and share a love for the ocean and its creatures.  She’s a fresh college graduate and a few years your junior.

“Hey! So glad you’re here!” She squeaks, giving you a quick hug.  She’s always been a touchy-feely girl, unlike you—though it doesn’t bother you.

“Rough lunch shift?” You tease, checking the ice bins and refrigerators for stock.  She comes up close to your ear and lowers her voice.

“Those fucking old men have been ruthless.  I made Gil take care of their last couple rounds because I can’t deal with the catcalling,” she hisses.  Before you can scan the bar to eye the table, she stops you.

“Don’t,” she warns, “They had a field day when you walked in.  I’m shocked you didn’t notice!”

Curbing the urge to roll your eyes, you nod.  “Where are they seated?  Maybe we should just give Gil the entire table,” you suggest.

“Underneath the big TV.  They insisted on sitting there so they could play Keno and watch baseball,” she groans.

“Ah, yes.  America’s favorite pastimes,” you quip.  Georgia cackles.

“I’ll stock quick.  Need any of the taps changed?” you ask her, grabbing a sticky note and pen by the POS system.  Bar preference is to have each new shift stock everything once they clock in, which makes the rest of the day a breeze.  Georgia nods.

“I know we’re running low on Miller—that damn table has been guzzling it all day,” she gripes.  You giggle.

“I’ll be back shortly,” you say, heading to the back to grab bottles, cans, and change the Miller tap.  It’s quick work for you and you’re back behind the counter in ten minutes.

“You ready for a break, Georg?” You ask her, preparing your side of the bar with clean glasses and towels.

“Not yet, maybe in about an hour once Gil is done trying to fill a single spreadsheet on Excel,” she jokes, making both of you laugh.  “Plus, I am not leaving you out here alone with those weirdos.”

“Is that one coming up here now?” You tilt your head toward a pudgy, middle-aged, sunburnt man with a ratty Budweiser shirt and an awful sunglasses tan approaching the bar.  He’s not stumbling, but the dumb grin on his face indicates that he’s feeling pretty good.  Georgia confirms with an annoyed grunt.

“Lovely ladies, can I get a refill of Miller?” He chirps, leaning against the bar countertop and propping his glass up.

“Sure.  I’m gonna give you a new glass, though,” Georgia responds, taking the dirty one and putting it in the black bin for used dishes.  Budweiser Man groans.

“Aw, I was tryin’ to help you, sweetie,” he says, loud voice enough to curdle cold milk.  He snaps his eyes to you.

“Wow.  Two gorgeous girls running the bar?  I think we’re in trouble,” he jokes, punctuating his sentence with a belly laugh.  The urge to rip his ratty shirt off his potbelly and embarrass him floods your system momentarily.  You settle for a fake smile instead.

“Sounds like you could use some water,” you joke, still fake smiling at him.  Languidly, he tries to pout at you, but the buzz makes the shift in facial expressions difficult.

“Trust me, sir—a day out in this sun, you’ll want water with each drink,” you add, getting a glass ready for him.

“Then what’s the point of the beer, hunny?” he whines.  Pet names drive you mad, especially from drunk old men.  Patience diminishing by the second, you inhale deeply and fill the glass with water with the soda gun.

“Just making sure our patrons are safe, sir.  Want to make sure you’re able to come back,” you respond, handing him a water as Georgia hands him a full pint of Miller.

“Sure thing, gorgeous,” he says, winking at you.  Gross.  The number of middle-aged men that have flirted with Georgia and you from the other side of the bar is probably pretty high, but most don’t give you the creeps.  Georgia waits until he’s back at the table before sneering.

“Jesus, what a fucking creep,” she seethes.  “I’d love to spit in his drink.”

“Easy, Georg.  Don’t lose it over Porky Pig,” you quip, followed by a boisterous laugh from her.

The night is busy, but smooth.  A weekend fishing tournament at the beach brings in tons of salty, sunburnt folks.  Two other bartenders, Mike and Rand, come in around 7:00 PM to help with the dinner rush.  They’re college kids that double as bouncers, which would’ve been helpful earlier.  The annoying table of anglers left around 5:00 PM after Gil warned them that he’d give them the boot if they didn’t start drinking water.  Porky and his crew left reluctantly, though not before coming up to give you and Georgia big tips and his phone number scrawled on a receipt.

Just in case you two like to tag team, it said.  Both of you suppressed a wave of nausea after reading that.

The bar closes at 2:00 AM most nights during the summer, and from 10 PM-1:30 AM, the bar is hopping.  Lots of anglers and tourists flock to the bar for the big TVs and fancy drinks, many of which you helped Gil curate.  Around 11:00, you finally get a chance to take a break.  Feeling sluggish, you walk over to the nearby convenience store to grab a coffee—caffeine doesn’t do much for you, but it’ll give you the boost you need to reach close.

A can of double shot espresso with cream calls your name, and you’re eager to crack it open.  Forgetting to look before leaving the aisle, you bump into something tall and hard.  The can falls and busts open on the floor, spraying coffee everywhere.  Fuck.

“Oh shit,” you say, realizing that you slammed into some guy.  “I’m so sorry!”  Quickly, you crouch to pick up the fallen can from the cold linoleum floor.

The voice that responds wakes you up more than any espresso could.  “S’alright, miss.  You alright?”

You look up from the puddle of coffee and see a good-sized, handsome-as-fuck stranger standing above you.  Middle-aged; curly, brown hair with flecks of gray; tan, muscled arms; big hands; warm, calming chocolate eyes.  He looks so good that you’re frozen, unable to reply.  He cocks an eyebrow at you before a small grin etches his face.

“Uh, yeah—sorry.  I’m in a hurry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.  I should’ve paid attention,” you respond, panicked.  You scan the aisle for paper towels or something to clean up the mess.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll go get an employee to clean this up,” the man assures you, his silky, Southern voice placating you.  You stand slowly, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.  A slow burn creeps up your neck and cheeks as his gaze sweeps over you.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, and you look up at him just before he turns away.  Fuck, he’s gorgeous.  His irises are lined with specks of amber, like gold flakes.  He almost looks worried.

A few moments later, he returns with an older lady dressed in a convenience store uniform, sporting a fluffy white towel.  She smiles warmly at you.  Hyper focused on not looking at the handsome stranger, you smile back at her and hold your hand out.

“I’ll clean it, I made the mess.  I’d want the same if someone made a mess where I worked,” you offer.  Both the employee and the man laugh.  She tilts her head at you as if she’s trying to recognize you.

“You work at The Rusty Sawfish, don’t you?” She asks, watching you wipe up the puddle of coffee.

“Guilty.  I’m on my break right now, though I seem to have wasted it being an idiot,” you say, and the two strangers chuckle again.  The man’s deep, rumbly laugh makes your stomach flip.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, sweetie.  You deserve a break!  Let me finish and take a can on the house,” she says.  Her kindness mirrors that of most residents here—always helping others, stranger or not.

“Oh, I couldn’t.  Unless you came to the bar for a free drink.  Both of you,” you add, forcing yourself to make eye contact with the handsome stranger.

The way he stares at you makes you writhe.  His gaze is captivating.  His eyes circle around your eyes and your lips, unmoving—like you’re the only person in the room.  Time pauses as you both exchange stares.  He’s the first to speak.

“I’ll be there,” he says, half-smirking at you.  You forgot about the convenience store employee until she speaks again.

“Late night here for me, but I’ll stop by this weekend!  Have a great night, sweetie!”

“Thank you both,” you say, grabbing a new can and waving as you walk backward toward the exit.  You don’t miss the way Sexy Stranger watches you leave, but you miss the way his eyes traverse your frame when you turn around.

Shivers blitz your spine as you walk back to work, thinking of how he looked at you.  He was one of the most attractive men you’d seen here, which says a lot.  Southern Florida beach cities are ripe with hot men from all walks of life.  His accent was Southern, but not Floridian—more mainland, like Oklahoma or Texas.  Before you can think on it further, you trot back into the bar.

Thankfully, there isn’t a huge rush of patrons.  Georgia, Mike, and Rand are moving around behind the bar.  You hurry and step behind the u-shaped area, smoothing your hair out of your face.  Georgia approaches you, grinning.

“Sorry—I made a complete fool of myself at the convenience store and spilled coffee everywhere, even ran into this sexy guy in the aisle,” You lament, redoing your now sweaty and frizzy updo. She laughs.

“Did you get his number, though?” Georgia asks. “Also, how sexy are we talking?”

You widen your eyes and whistle lowly.  “Georg—I’m telling you, he was sexy as fuck.  Southern type—tall, dark, and handsome.  He said he was coming here.”

She claps her hands together giddily.  “Hell yes.  Surprised he didn’t follow you right then and there,” she adds with a wink.  You roll your eyes.

“Nah, but I’m sure he’ll do that to you when he sees you,” you hypothesize.  Georgia is beautiful—typical tan, blonde Florida beach babe with a killer body.  She’s bubbly, too, with a personality that matches the Clearwater sunshine, and she’s smart.  She shushes you, frowning.

“Um… have you seen yourself?  You’re a fucking knockout. How many guys have tried to get us to do a threesome with them? That should tell you everything,” Georgia reminds you. You shrug, unsure how to answer—she’s right.

“That’s what I thought, Miss I Don’t Know I’m Beautiful.  Now shut up and help me get the drinks ready for this table,” she says, giving you an air kiss on the cheek.  Georg knows how to cheer you up—her sunshine personality is contagious.

Several cocktails and minutes later, you head back to the cooler to restock the bar fridges.  When you return, a seat at the bar is occupied with a familiar curly-haired man peering up at the television behind the bar.  He’s not facing you, thankfully—the way you froze was embarrassing enough.  Coolly, you hoist the bin of alcohol on your shoulder and stride toward the bar.  The fridge you need to restock doesn’t face him, so you have some time to plan a greeting while you refill the beers.  Georgia pokes your side as she walks up to him, informing you that she knows it’s your sexy mystery man.

“Welcome in!  Have you been here before?” She chirps, handing him a menu.  He shakes his head and scans the sheets quickly before folding it up and handing it back to her.

“No, ma’am.  Was advised to come here by one of the employees,” he croons.  You feel his stare boring a hole in your head and decide it’s time to acknowledge him.

Standing up, you face him and hope your cheeks don’t burn bright red.  He’s smiling at you, and fuck, that smile is something you won’t forget.  Pearly whites on full display, crinkled but twinkling eyes, a salt and pepper beard, and tan skin complement the face staring at yours.

Speak, you idiot.

“Hi again.  Glad you made it.  I wondered where the coffee smell came from.”  Your wit pulls a boisterous laugh from him, one that does something tingly to your insides.  Georgia interrupts.

“I’ll take over the stocking while you help this gentleman,” she says, pinching your side as she walks away.  The man’s eyes don’t follow her, which surprises you—they’re glued to you.  Words exit your mouth before you can ruminate further.

“What can I get you? I take it you’re not a fruity cocktail kind of guy,” you tease, smirking at him.  He shakes his head and chuckles.

“Correct, ma’am.  Is the whiskey here all you’ve got?” He nods to the shelves behind you.

“Not quite.  The owner is a whiskey aficionado and has some reserve bottles in the back that he saves for special customers,” you say, putting a hand next to your mouth as you fake whisper.  The lopsided grin returns on his face, sending your pulse into overdrive.

“Would gettin’ spilled on by an employee qualify me as a special customer?” He wisecracks, arching a brow at you.  You slump your shoulders in mock defeat.

“I suppose. What’s your favorite?” His jaw ticks back and forth as he ponders.

“Too hard to say.  Not a picky guy. Been cravin’ some Eagle Rare,” his velvet voice replies, the soundwaves tickling the hair on your ears.

“I’ll go ask the boss.  Be right back.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sexy Stranger replies, watching you leave.  Undiscovered by you, he’s turned to watch you walk to Gil’s office, his pulse picking up at what he sees.

He won’t lie to himself—he’s drabbled in some younger women over the years, many of whom were nothing but a one-night stand, a pretty young thing to slip inside and make him feel younger for a few hours.  But you’re different.  Stunning, yes.  Charming, funny, and mysterious, too—like you’re looking at the world from a different dimension.  He senses a force field around you, though, one he worries you won’t let him invade.

You step out of Gil’s office with a dusty bottle of Eagle Rare, aged ten years.  Gil was astounded that someone requested this, and had he not been contemplating ways to destroy his computer, he’d have joined the Sexy Stranger for a glass.

As you return to the bar, you admire the man’s full head of brunette curls, and the random spots kissed with gray locks.  His shoulders are brawny and expansive, pulling taut the flannel fabric between his scapulas.  Atop them is a thick, ropy neck, with a jutting Adam’s apple and tan flesh you’d like to sink your teeth into.  He was tall, but not overtly so—just enough to complement his muscly build.

The way he leans back in the chair and sees his surroundings exudes a calm tenacity, but the way his eyes smolder suggests a tendency to be ravenous.  You wonder if that duality is something he wants to show you.  Warmth surges through your veins as you fantasize about a complete stranger, wracking your core and igniting thoughts and feelings you haven’t had in a long time.

Certainly, you’d been with men since moving to Clearwater, and though the options were vast, the likelihood of something lasting was minimal.  Thus, you chose to keep interactions with men somewhat superficial, an imaginary arm constantly protruding from you to forbid anything further than flirtatious banter.  This attractive, swarthy man, however, had his wrist wrapped around that arm and was threatening to rip it from you—the thought frightened and excited you.

Momentarily, you ignore the rush of adrenaline as you return behind the bar and into his view.  Like  a magnet, he latches onto you at once, eyes burning your face and figure.  Using a damp towel behind the counter, you swipe dust off the bottle and set it in front of him.

“Here you are, sir.  One dusty bottle of Eagle Rare.”  Sexy Stranger smiles at the bottle, wrapping a large hand around the base and examining the label.

“’S the good stuff,” he murmurs, voice dropping deeper than you thought possible. The pitch twists your insides.  In an effort to subdue your racing mind and pulse, you force a smirk and start wiping off the counter.

You feel the man’s eyes snap to you, melting your resolve with a fiery intensity.  Suddenly, you’re unable to continue moving the towel, and resign to meeting his eyes.  Smoldering is the only way to describe the way he’s looking at you.

That familiar rush of heat wraps around the base of your throat and underneath the fabric of your now-suffocating, loose tee shirt.  Instinctively, you fiddle with the collar and pull it down slightly, trying to let out some of the hot air trapped inside, unaware of the fact that you’ve exposed some skin to him.  In any other situation, it would’ve been a harmless gesture, but here, it only spurs on his imagination.  His pupils dilate ever so slightly at the sight of your collarbone, complemented with a silver pendant necklace.

“What’s that necklace you got there?” Sexy Stranger asks.  Involuntarily, your fingers latch onto the shark charm and twiddle it back and forth.  He’s still watching.

“Oh, it’s a shark.  Can’t remember the last time I took this thing off—I forget about it,” you say, surprised that you can form coherent sentences right now under his hot gaze.

He makes eye contact with you and raises an eyebrow.  “Why a shark?”

“The short version is that it’s my favorite animal.”

He tilts his head at you, jaw ticking again.  Your eyes latch onto the strong muscles moving it back and forth, flexing underneath his temples.

“And the long version?”

You cock an eyebrow, mirroring him, and grab a short glass, placing it on a coaster in front of him.  “Before I delve into that, how do you like your whiskey?”

He chuckles, deep and rumbly.  “Neat, sweetheart.”

The pet name eviscerates your stomach.  You gulp without meeting his gaze, aware that he’s staring at you still.  You pour him a perfect glass of bourbon neat and push the coaster toward him.  As you let go, he reaches for the glass, fingertips brushing the tops of your fingers.

As if you touched the metal prongs of a plug, you whip your hand back.  The feeling of his skin on yours was nothing short of electric.  He misreads your reaction.

“Sorry ‘bout that, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he says, brown eyes no longer smoldering but concerned.

“Oh no, it’s not that, just wasn’t expecting it,” you stammer, not wanting to give him the wrong idea.  Ironic.  He lets it pass, for now.

“So—the long story?” He takes a generous sip of the amber liquid, swishing it around his mouth as he watches you.  You place your palms down on the counter and smile at him.

“Long story is I’m a Professor of Marine Biology at a local university here.  I’ve been studying sharks for a long time now.  They are beautiful, brilliant creatures that have evolved to near perfection.  I do what I can to protect them—they have been fished relentlessly.”

Sexy Stranger is in awe of you, struck by your eloquence, intelligence, and beauty.  He takes another sip, never dragging his eyes from yours.

“Wow,” he says, raising both eyebrows as he sets the glass down.  “Just one question.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.  The two of you are getting good at this nonverbal communication.

“You consider that the long version?”

His humor catches you off guard and a goofy, boisterous laugh escapes you.  For the second time now, he flashes a full smile at you.  He likes that sound.

Suddenly, a phone rings nearby.  He frowns and fishes a small, old iPhone from his front jeans pocket and squints at the screen.  He grimaces as he stuffs it back, shifting uncomfortably in the chair to make it fit.

“Sweetheart, I need to run.  Lemme settle up for the glass,” he says, the pet name stimulating your pulse again.

“Sure thing.  Gil said to come back any time—the bottle is basically yours,” you say, winking at him as you print his receipt.  His heartbeat does some racing of its own at the gesture.  He tears his eyes from you to fish for his wallet and throw some bills on top of the receipt.

“Will do.  I’ll see you around, darlin’,” Sexy Stranger says as he stands, giving you a small wink as he leaves.  You watch him leave before realizing you didn’t cash him out.  You grab the cash and receipt, noticing what looks like writing on the back side.

A phone number is scrawled on the back.  Underneath is his name.  Joel.

Your heart stops as you stare at the small white paper.  When did I even give him a pen?  I didn’t notice him writing.  Georgia startles you with an elbow to the side.

“That was quick,” she teases.  Bashful, you fold the receipt up and shove it in the pocket of your jean shorts.

“Shut up, Georg.  He was just being nice. Probably wants tips for shark watching or something.”

She stares at you incredulously.  “Girl… he’s so fucking into you.  Everybody in this building felt that tension.”

Heat creeps up your spine once again.  You check the POS system for the time and see that it’s almost 2:00 AM.  Time to close and do it all again tomorrow.

“Let’s get something to eat.  Wanna crash at my place?” Georgia asks.  You nod, finding that you’re hungry—but something tells you it’s not food you’re craving.

Sunlight bounces off the white walls of Georgia’s apartment just before 7:00 AM.  A light groan escapes you as you stretch out on the plush sectional in her living room before settling back into the burrow of blankets.

Georgia lives a quick five-minute drive from the marina, in a lofty one-bedroom apartment with an ocean view.  Her family is generationally wealthy and based in Sarasota, Florida—hence the high-rise apartment and a nice Mercedes SUV.  She escaped the clutches of her uptight family to explore her passion—surfing.  She got a job at The Rusty Sawfish to supplement her allowance and pay for surfing gear and tournaments, something her parents refused to do.  You two clicked immediately and have been friends since.

Pulling your hoodie up over your head, you check your phone quickly before deciding whether to go back to sleep.  It’s still early, and you didn’t get to sleep until after 3:00 AM.  Your stomach backflips when you see a message from an unknown number pop up.  The nerves turn to giddiness as you remember that the number belongs to Joel, the sexy stranger you met at the convenience store last night.  You messaged him when you got to Georgia’s apartment last night asking if he made it home alright, certain he wouldn’t be awake to respond.  You swipe down to read the message.

Joel: Morning sweetheart.  I made it home just fine.  Was hoping you’d text sooner so I could ask the same.  :)

Kicking your feet like a child, you contemplate a response.

You: Sorry I texted so late!  I didn’t make it back to my friend’s place until close to 3.

Joel is quick to respond.

Joel: Surprised you’re up.  Figured someone as pretty as you would need at least 8 hours of beauty sleep.  By the way—your friend told me your name.  I hope that’s OK.

Grinning at your phone, you shake your head slowly.  The man is as charming over text as he is in person.

You: You flatter me.  I was just going to go back to sleep given that I currently look like a hobbit—guess 8 hours is exactly what I need ;)

You: And yes, that’s okay.  Sounds a lot like my friend.  She’s a good wingman.

Joel: I highly doubt you look anything less than gorgeous.  Get some rest.  We’ll talk later today.

Pretty.  Gorgeous.

The grin doesn’t leave your face as you drift back to sleep.

Later that evening, you’re behind the familiar u-shaped counter of the bar with paper-thin patience and a penchant for kicking out a rowdy group of college age anglers from the tournament.

“Look, I have a legit ID and I’m an adult, I can drink however many beers I want!” A gangly blonde trust fund-looking kid from the group whines at you.  You narrow your eyes at him briefly before responding, like a snake ready to strike its prey.

“Not how it works.  It’s the bar’s best practice to avoid overserving and keep this a safe place for everybody.  Drink some water and we’ll revisit,” you reply, voice stern.  You squeeze the towel in your hand for stress relief.

Though Florida has a dram shop law that prevents bars from being sued by an intoxicated patron that ends up drunk driving and getting hurt, Gil has always mandated a no overserving policy.  Spending all day out in the ocean and then drinking heavily is a dangerous combo.  The older patrons have no qualms about it, but the younger, rowdier crowds differ.  Blonde kid sticks his index finger on the counter and leans in close to you, bloodshot eyes fixated on yours.

“I want your manager,” he spits, breath reeking of booze.  Still somewhat level-headed, you stare directly in his eyes.

“You got it,” you respond, emotionless.  Gil’s not one for overserving, and he’s not one for rude patrons harassing his bartenders.  This dumb kid has a lesson coming.

Stone faced, you drop your towel and tell Georgia you’ll be right back before cruising to Gil’s office.  The door is wide open, and to your surprise, Joel’s sitting in the chair next to Gil, the two of them chuckling and conversing.  Your heart falters momentarily before you remember why you came back here.  You knock lightly on the open door and both men look up at you.

Gil frowns immediately.  He’s seen that look before.

“Not a good sign when my best employee has that look on her face.  Where is he?” Gil asks, standing and removing his readers.  Feeling Joel’s eyes burning holes in you, you do your best to ignore them right now.

“Up front.  Blonde kid with the frat group.  Pissed off that I won’t pour him a 5th vodka red bull.  I told him about our policy, and he asked for the manager,” you recite, tight-lipped.  Gil nods, squeezing your shoulder lightly as he walks past you to the bar.

Thankful that Gil is handling it, you close your eyes and exhale heavily before remembering you’re not alone.  Your eyes open quickly to find Joel staring at you.  His eyes look concerned, though there’s that damned lopsided smile on his face.

“Guy’s got some balls on him,” he jokes, standing and taking a step closer to you.  Your pulse quickens.  Laughing, you roll your eyes and wave him off.

“Everybody does when they’re drunk.”

Joel rakes a hand through his stubble and nods, studying your face.

“I reckon I wasn’t totally honest with you last night,” he says, face falling slightly.  Raising an eyebrow, you try to quiet the thousand thoughts that rush through your mind—is he going to say that he’s married?  Fresh out of prison?  Gay?  Well… the last one is unlikely.  He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he continues.

“I’ve known Gil for a long, long time.  S’why I knew there’d be Eagle Rare here,” he says.

Relief rushes through you.  “Jesus, Joel.  I thought you were gonna tell me you were married.”

A hearty laugh escapes him as he shakes his head fervently, throwing his hands up in surrender.  “Hell no.  Haven’t been married since I was in my early 20s, which was about a million years ago.”

You wipe your brow exaggeratedly, signaling your relief.  Joel chuckles again.

“So, what brings you to Clearwater, then?  Or have you always been here?”

“No, no.  I’m from Texas.  Been here several times but moved here last month.  I’m a contractor and Gil and I have worked on some projects together.  He wants my help f’another one.”

It all makes sense—the flannel shirt, the muscles, the demeanor, the accent.  A question pops up in your mind.

“Does he know you gave me your number last night?” You ask him, tilting your head inquisitively.

“Yes, ma’am.  We’re good friends.  He’s protective of you, but I made it clear t’him that I ain’t tryin’ any funny business with you,” he admits, smoldering eyes affixed to yours.  His expression and tone gives you the impression that he’s telling the truth, like lying to you would be worse than anything.

“Are you saying… you don’t often give your number to bartenders that spill coffee all over you?” You chide, flashing a smile at him.  His pupils dilate imperceptibly.

“No, ma’am.  Don’t make that kinda thing a habit,” he responds, taking a step closer to you.  Your breath catches in your throat at his proximity.  He’s within arm’s reach, and the magnetic field between the two of you is sending your internal compass off the rails.  He opens his mouth to say something, but Gil interrupts the moment, oblivious to the two of you.

“He’s taken care of.  Thanks for dealing with him,” he sing-songs, saying your name warmly.

Still staring at Joel, you reply to Gil.  “Appreciate it, Gil.  I’ll return to my post.”

Joel laughs quietly, eyes twinkling at you.  You smile coyly at him before leaving the office, needing to cool off before you explode internally.  The sexual tension between the two of you is almost too much to handle.

Before you can check if he’s following you, Georgia flags you down behind the bar.  A devilish smile plays on her tan, freckled face.

“So… he’s back,” she teases, waggling her eyebrows. “You taking him home tonight or what?”

Jaw dropping in mock shock, you tilt your head at her.

“Are you suggesting that I sleep with him?  Georg—I don’t know him!”

She guffaws.  “Gil knows him very well, though.  Isn’t that enough to tell you he’s safe? I bet they watch boring carpenter shows together and spend all their money on fancy old man bourbon.”

Good point.  Joel seems safe—for now.  But you’ve been out of the game far too long to half-ass a night with a man like him.  He seems… experienced.  And the glint in his eyes when he sees you is enough to make your heart jump out of your chest.

“I don’t know.  I’m interested.  I’ll keep an open mind.  Sounds like he’s in Clearwater for good… plenty of old beach babes to take him on,” you joke, winking at her.  She punches your arm.

“He doesn’t even look at anybody but you, dipshit.  If you say something like that one more time, I’m gonna tell him,” she threatens half-jokingly, pointing a polished finger in your face.

“Fine.  We’ll see where it ends up,” you surrender, checking the fridges for a routine restock.

The remainder of Saturday night at The Rusty Sawfish is busy, but not overwhelmingly so.

Georgia, Mike, Rand, and you man the bar, which had no empty chairs the entire evening.  Business was booming from the fishing tournament, and even Gil stepped out of the office to pour some drinks.

Joel made himself comfortable at the end of the bar.  Gil dumped stacks of blueprints in front of him, and he got busy reviewing them while nursing glasses of neat bourbon.  You couldn’t count the number of times you two exchanged glances and shy smiles, and he couldn’t count the number of times he caught himself staring at you.  He was entranced by the way you moved at the bar—commanding the flow of customers, making drinks at lightning speed, being friendly with the customers, and looking damn good while you do it.

Closing time rolls around yet again, and he’s still scanning blueprints, sketching on pages here and there with his carpenter’s pencil.  Every so often, he’d tuck it behind one of his ears, mussing some of his curls in the process.  You found yourself studying his mannerisms, trying to get to know him without speaking.  He’d tick his jaw back and forth as he read, and the corner of his lips would twitch each time he marked the page with his pencil, salt and pepper mustache hairs grooving along with them.

You learn from the way he holds the page out three feet in front of him to read small text, brow furrowing as he deciphers the letters, that he’s stubborn and not ready to buy reader’s glasses.  You catch yourself giggling at it, making damn sure he doesn’t see.

You learn that he was likely a former athlete by the way his hips sway when he walks to the bathroom, his gait controlled yet energetic and limber, the denim of his very-worn jeans hugging his strong legs.  The jeans indicate that he’s not much of a shopper and is loyal to what makes him feel comfortable, like a pair of faded, almost-torn bootcut Wranglers molded to his frame and creased leather cowboy boots.

You learn that his body is still in wonderful shape as he folds his arms behind his head and arches his back to stretch his aching body, revealing a sliver of soft-looking skin above the denim waistband and a trail of dark hair leading from his belly button down beneath.

You learn that he enjoys hearing your laugh with each time he tries to prod it out of you with a silly joke or a wisecrack about one of the customers.  Given the manner and frequency with which his eyes travel up and down your frame, he also likes your body—from the subtle shelf of your breasts underneath your tank top, to the shape of your ass in your frayed jean shorts, to your smooth legs.  But he likes your face, too—evident by the way his amber eyes travel over your features, landing frequently at your eyes and lips.

Now, you can tell Georgia she’s right—that he fancies you, more so than any other woman that glanced at him twice during the night.  And boy, there were plenty.

Most of all, though—you learn how much you want him.  If not obvious by the butterflies bouncing off the walls of your abdomen and chest as he speaks to you, it is clear when you take a bathroom break of your own and find dampness in your panties.  Your nerves are in overdrive at the possibility of finding out what his hands feel like on your skin, what his lips feel like meshed with yours, what his strong frame feels like flush against yours.

Needing cool relief, you soak a paper towel in cold water and place it on the back of your neck, shivering at the stray droplets that roll down your spine.  You stare at yourself in the mirror and start to realize that maybe Georgia is right about you, that you are beautiful and worthy of feeling that way.

You exit the bathroom to find that it’s now past 2:00 AM, and customers have left—all but Joel.  He’s standing now, elbows leaning against the counter.  He notices the air pressure change from the bathroom door opening and turns to stare at you as you approach him, eyes sweeping up and down your figure once again.

“Sir, we’re closed.  Have you paid your tab?” You ask, half-smiling at him.  He laughs as he fishes his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

“Gettin’ there, sweetheart,” he says, grunting as it finally comes out of its enclosure.  The wallet is about as worn as the jeans, faded and bent at the corners.  He hands you several twenty-dollar bills, a few too many for his sixty-dollar tab.

“I’ll get your change,” you say, muscle memory taking over.  He puts a hand up.

“No, keep it.  You deserve it,” he murmurs, tucking the wallet back in his pocket and gathering the blueprints for Gil.

“Joel, it’s too much for what little work I did tonight,” you protest.  He looks at you, eyes smoldering once again.

“No, darlin’—you did a lot more than you think.”  The tone suggests he’d been imagining you the same way you did him, sending a zing of shivers up your spine.  You know your cheeks are reddening, but you ignore it as you balance the drawer for the evening.  Joel trots back to Gil’s office to return the papers, resurfacing after a few minutes.

Georgia, Mike, and Rand have finished cleaning and their closing duties.  They stop by the register to check in on you.

“Hey—there’s a party at Mike’s neighbor’s house.  You in?” Georgia asks, knowing full well you’re not going to agree.  You can tell she’s trying not to smirk.

“No, thanks.  I’m exhausted,” you reply, dividing up the tips.  “Here you go, tips for tonight.  Great job.”

“Well, you better come to the one next week—you can’t use this excuse again,” Mike teases you, elbowing you lightly.

“I’ll be there, just not feeling it tonight.  Thanks, guys,” you say warmly, hugging Georgia as they prepare to leave.

“Oh, we rode together—are you good taking an Uber?  I was going to ride with these guys,” she asks, loud enough for Joel to hear.

“I can walk to my car.  It’s only a few minutes.”

Joel interrupts.  “I’ll take ya.  I’m sure y’feel safe out here, but it’s late and dark.”

Georgia takes this as her cue to leave.  “See you tomorrow, love!”  You wave as the three exit, leaving Joel, you, and the magnetic sexual tension between you.

“You sure about this?  Really, it’s not that bad of a trek,” you ask him, not wanting to be a bother.  He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I’d feel better f’you let me make sure you’re safe, and y’just said y’were tired,” he says lowly, voice dropping in decibels to match the now-quiet atmosphere of the bar.

“If it helps you sleep at night, sure,” you joke, winking at him.  A yawn interrupts your comedic routine, to which Joel raises his eyebrows.

“How ‘bout I just drive you home, sweetheart?” He suggests.  A wave of fatigue hits you as you finish yawning, and you surrender.

“Good idea.  Let me get my stuff.”

You emerge from the office after retrieving your purse and saying goodbye to Gil, who has resumed trying to figure out Excel.  Joel watches you approach him, rubbing his beard distractedly.

You lead him out of the bar, the nervous energy between you making your legs feel restless.  Joel places a hand on your lower back as you push the doors open.  Once outside, you expect him to move it, but he doesn’t.  It stays warm and firm on your back as you two walk down the marina to the street parking area.

The sound of the waves crashing into the shore placates your nerves a bit.  You peer at them as you walk, bewitched by the rays of moonlight dancing on the subtle peaks.

“S’a beautiful night,” Joel murmurs, closer to your ear than you realized.  You jump a bit, and he chuckles quietly, rubbing his hand softly on your lower back.

“Sorry, didn’t mean t’scare ya,” he apologizes.  The cool beach breeze blows by, and goosebumps grow on your bare skin.  You rub your arms instinctively.  A few moments later, Joel places his flannel over your shoulders, squeezing the tops lightly before letting go.  The warm gesture makes those butterflies in your stomach ricochet like pinballs.

“Thanks.  It’s cooler than normal this evening,” you say, watching your feet as you continue walking.  The scent of his shirt engulfs your senses, slowing your pace momentarily.  It’s an alluring mix of earthy and musky, like sandalwood, pine, and sweet bourbon.

“This is me,” Joel says, stopping next to an older, beatdown Chevy truck.  He opens the passenger door for you.

“Didn’t realize you were such a gentleman, Joel,” you tease him.  He shuts the door lightly, smirking and shaking his head at you through the window.  You glance at your surroundings.

His truck is spotless, save for some stains on the floor.  There’s a cup of carpenter’s pencils in one of the cupholders, which makes you smile.  The radio is ancient, with a small, thin screen for the time and big black buttons, which are a bit dusty.  The only button that’s clean is the power button/volume knob duo.  Not much of a music guy, you think.

The driver’s door squeaks open, and Joel plops down on the seat with a grunt. He shoves the key in the ignition and turns it over a few times before the engine roars on.

“Where to?” he asks, cranking the truck into reverse and pulling out of the spot.  You direct him to your apartment, which is 10 minutes from the marina.

The ride to your place is quiet, but not awkwardly so.  Joel turned on the music and kept the volume low, asking you questions here and there about Clearwater and you.

“Your family here?”

“Nope.  I’m from the Midwest.  They’re all in Nebraska and Iowa.”  He whistles lowly.

“Bit of a drive.  Why Florida?  Lemme guess—the ocean?”

“That’s part of it,” you reply, staring out the window, watching the palm trees flash by.

“Take it y’also wanted to get away from your family,” he says, tone rhetorical.  You snort and turn to face him.  He’s got one hand on the wheel, the other perched on the back of your seat.  There’s a half-smirk on his moonlight-painted face.

“Am I that obvious?” Your tone is half-incredulous, half-rhetorical. He chuckles in place of responding.

Soon, you arrive at your apartment complex.  Joel opens your door and follows you to the building.  Hesitant, you stop just before entering and turn to him.  The tension is thick, like a hazy cloud between the two of you.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He clenches his jaw, staring at you before replying.

“Sure.  Y’gonna take advantage of me?” The witty remark catches you off guard.  You burst out laughing and the contagious, melodic sound makes him laugh.

“Only if you want me to,” you reply, holding your keys up to the pad and opening the door.  You swear you hear him growl behind you, but he doesn’t reply.

Luckily, you’re on the first floor.  You don’t think you could stomach walking up the stairs in your daisy dukes with Joel behind you.

Once inside your place, you open the fridge and grab two bottles of beer as Joel surveys the apartment.  You place one on his bare forearm, the sudden chill startling him.  He swipes the bottle from your hand as you giggle, giving you a threatening look.

“Want to sit outside?  I have a little futon out there,” you offer, realizing you still have his flannel on.  The sleeves are a little long, touching the base of your knuckles.  He nods.  You grab a blanket from the couch and lead him to the sliding glass door in the kitchen.

Your patio is small, but it’s your favorite spot, overlooking the beach.  The apartment building is on a small hill, which is great for days when the sea level rises.  The waves are still crashing quietly onto the shore, bathed in silky moonlight.

You sit first, crossing your legs underneath the warm blanket.  It’s chilly without it.  Joel sits next to you with what you now know is his trademark old man grunt, denim-clad leg touching your knee.  He takes a swig and brings the base of the bottle to eye level to study the label.

“Sorry—no bourbon,” you lament jokingly, taking a swig of your own.  He smirks and takes another sip.

“Didn’t strike you as the type, anyway.”

“Is it the lack of facial hair?” Joel spits out his beer laughing.

“Jesus, you’re somethin’ else,” he coughs, wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand.

“In Joel speak, I think that’s a compliment, yes?”

He laughs again, staring at you as you watch the ocean.  His hand moves to rest on your kneecap, thumb circling the soft skin lightly.  Your heartbeat picks up twofold.

“Gil was right about you,” he murmurs.  Confused, you look at him, surprised to see a wanton expression on his face.

“What about me?”

He scoots closer.  Your hands squeeze the beer bottle nervously.

“Don’t remember exactly what he said,” he croons, face getting closer to yours, “somethin’ about you bein’ a special person.”

The sexual tension between the two of you has reached a new level of heavy, sucking the air out of your lungs and igniting your core.  Joel grabs your beer from your hand, setting it and his down on the concrete floor of the patio.  He stares into your eyes, looking for hesitation as he leans closer to you.

Clearly, he finds none, because his lips are on yours, light and soft.  The hand that was on your knee is on the back of your neck, thumb pressed against your cheek.  His other hand grips your hip and pulls you closer to him.  You take the opportunity to climb on his lap, pulling a surprised yet satisfied grunt from him.

His lips move slowly, gently against yours.  Rough, warm hands caress the tops of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their path.  He tastes smooth, like the Eagle Rare he sipped on this evening, a rich contrast from the rough scratch of his mustache and beard against your face.  You comb fingers through his thick curls, tugging lightly at the base of his head. Another satisfied grunt travels from his throat to your mouth.

The passion overheats you, and like he’s reading your mind, he pushes his shirt off your shoulders, mouth still latched to yours.  His hands slip under your tank top and caress your abdomen, fingertips dancing along the underside of your breast.  He groans again when he realizes you don’t have a bra on.  You tilt your head back and his lips caress your neck, nipping softly at your pulse.  The soft moan that leaves your lips spurs him on, and his teeth move higher, tugging on the flesh of your earlobe.

He reaches for the hem of your tank top and slowly lifts the fabric over your head.  His eyes burn holes in your skin, pupils dilated so much so that his eyes look black.  He reaches up and palms both of your breasts, kneading the flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingertips as he admires your body.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he breathes before sucking a nipple into his mouth.  You wrap your arms around his strong neck and tug his curls back to envelope his mouth with yours.  He lifts you from his lap effortlessly and stands, murmuring something about going back inside into your mouth.

Still kissing you, he carries you to your bedroom and tosses you on the bed before caging you in his arms, continuing what you started on the patio as the sound of the ocean and the cicadas fill the background.

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Went to the Palm Beach Zoo for the first time today and saw this beautiful Malaysian tiger!

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Outdoor Adventures in Dubai

Introduction:

Dubai, the glitzy jewel of the Middle East, is renowned for its towering skyscrapers, luxury shopping, and extravagant lifestyle. However, beyond the city's opulent facade lies a playground for outdoor enthusiasts seeking thrilling escapades amidst the desert landscape. From adrenaline-pumping desert safaris to sky-high escapades, Dubai offers several outdoor adventures that cater to every taste and preference.

1. Dune Bashing:

Dune bashing Dubai is an exhilarating adventure that thrusts participants into the heart of the Arabian Desert. Beyond the thrill, dune bashing offers stunning panoramic views of the expansive desert landscape, adding a magical touch. The adventure, often part of desert safari tours, combines the excitement of dune bashing with cultural immersion as participants conclude their desert journey at a traditional Bedouin-style camp. Participants can immerse themselves in Bedouin culture with activities like camel rides, henna painting, and traditional dance performances. Safety remains paramount, with expert guides ensuring a thrilling yet secure experience amidst the desert's enchanting beauty.

2. Hot Air Ballooning:

For those seeking a more serene and breathtaking adventure, hot air ballooning offers a unique perspective of Dubai's diverse terrain. As the balloon gracefully ascends, participants get treated to panoramic views against the rugged beauty of the desert. The sunrise hot air balloon rides are particularly popular, offering an ethereal experience as the first rays of the sun illuminate the landscape.

3. Mountain Hiking:

Hatta, a mountainous enclave located a short drive from the city, offers a different adventure experience. The Hajar Mountains boast rugged trails that wind through rocky terrain, providing hiking enthusiasts with a challenging yet rewarding experience. One of the highlights of Hatta is the Hatta Dam, surrounded by stunning mountains and crystal-clear waters. Hikers can explore the trails leading to the dam, taking in the breathtaking scenery. The Hatta region also offers mountain biking opportunities, adding excitement for those seeking an active outdoor adventure.

4. Skydiving:

Skydiving over the Palm Jumeirah is a must-do activity for anyone looking for an adrenaline rush. Thrill-seekers jump from up to 13,000 feet in the air and can enjoy stunning views of Palm Island. The tandem skydiving experience ensures that even beginners can enjoy this activity, guided by experienced instructors. The free fall provides an intense rush, followed by the tranquillity of the parachute descent, allowing participants to savour the breathtaking views before landing on the soft sandy beaches.

5. Scuba Diving:

Dubai's coastal waters are not just for sun-soaked afternoons on the beach; they also offer a mesmerizing underwater world. Scuba diving in the Arabian Gulf allows enthusiasts to discover vibrant coral reefs and marine life. Dive centres along the coast cater to divers of all levels, offering courses for beginners and exciting dive sites for seasoned underwater explorers. The artificial reef structures, such as The World Islands and the Dubai Mall Underwater Zoo, create unique habitats for marine life, making each dive an adventure filled with fascinating encounters. The clear waters and diverse aquatic ecosystems contribute to Dubai's growing reputation as a scuba diving destination.

6. Ziplining:

For those who crave a unique blend of urban excitement and natural beauty, ziplining across the iconic Dubai Fountain provides an unparalleled experience. The XLine Dubai Marina, one of the world's longest urban ziplines, propels participants from the Amwaj Towers, soaring high above the bustling streets of Dubai Marina. With adrenaline pumping and the city lights glittering below, thrill-seekers zoom past skyscrapers, catching glimpses of the Persian Gulf in the distance. The stunning views and the adrenaline rush make this ziplining experience a must-try for adventure enthusiasts looking for a novel way to appreciate Dubai's modern marvels.

7. Sandboarding:

If you have ever dreamt of surfing on land, then a sandboarding adventure in the vast desert dunes of Dubai is your chance to turn that dream into reality. Compared to snowboarding, this exhilarating activity involves sliding down the steep slopes of the dunes, offering an adrenaline rush with a scenic desert backdrop. Dubai's desert terrain provides the perfect playground for sandboarders, whether you are a professional or a first-timer. Numerous tour operators in the city offer sandboarding as part of their desert safari packages, combining the thrill of sandboarding with the excitement of other desert activities like dune bashing and camel riding.

8. Paddleboarding

Water sports enthusiasts can enjoy the serene adventure of paddleboarding along the picturesque coastline of Dubai. Participants stand on a paddleboard, gliding gracefully over the calm waters of the Arabian Gulf. Against the backdrop of the city's iconic landmarks, paddleboarders experience a unique blend of tranquillity and urban grandeur. Whether navigating through the marina or enjoying the gentle lapping of the waves near Kite Beach, paddleboarding in Dubai offers a refreshing perspective of this dynamic city, combining leisure and adventure in a harmonious aquatic escapade.

9. Kite Surfing

Kite Surfing is a water sport for those seeking an exhilarating aquatic experience in Dubai. Harnessing the powerful winds that sweep across the Arabian Gulf, kite surfers ride the waves on a board while being propelled by a kite. The city's modern skyline against the vast expanse of the open sea provides a thrilling backdrop for this dynamic sport. With kite surfing hubs like Kite Beach attracting enthusiasts, Dubai solidifies its position as a premier destination for those craving the perfect synergy of wind, water, and the sheer thrill of riding the waves.

Conclusion:

Dubai's allure extends beyond its glitzy urban landscape. From the adrenaline-pumping thrill of desert safaris and skydiving to the serene beauty of hot air balloon rides and mountain hikes, Dubai blends the excitement of outdoor escapades with the natural splendour of its diverse landscapes. Dubai's outdoor offerings promise an unforgettable experience that will leave you yearning for more.

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ok i gotta know, what's going on with lord of the flies but tomgreg ghfdjsk

AHAHA thank you caitlin it is... somehow That, at some point after i finished season three i thought to myself 'wow i love their fucked up dynamic and off putting vibes... what if they got stranded on a deserted island after a plane crash <3' which will have it all: two men that should have more wilderness knowledge than they actually have, fear of death and mortal injury, an illness that would have been easily curable with antibiotics, and tomgreg finally fighting like chickens

It’s funny, how Tom has always known objectively, logically, that Greg is a quote-unquote, ‘lengthy man’, and yet this feels like the first moment he’s been truly aware of it. Of course he, and truthfully every single Roy sibling has found a way to badger him over it, but watching him drag their life raft ashore somehow hammers the point home in a way Tom hadn’t conceptualized before.

With another half-successful yank of the corded nylon rope wrapped around the raft, the bedraggled pop-up tent above it collapses inward, encasing Tom in the salty embrace of lightweight polyester. He doesn’t move; he simply lifts one hand up to raise the tent from his face to continue watching Greg flounder in the damp sand like a two-legged ferret. 

“You know, this, this would be—” Greg gives the raft another hard yank, “—you could, you know, get out and this wouldn’t take so long.” His voice is hoarse, and he gives a wheezy little cough as he pauses with his hands on his knees. 

Smoke inhalation, Tom thinks absently. Then he giggles, and feels his eyes attempt to well up as the sound rasps out of him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem to have enough moisture in his body for that. He thinks maybe, maybe he might be losing it. But that’s also a thought he’s had before. Tom decides briefly that he should climb out, but before he can move Greg bends down into the raft; not unlike a particularly long-necked goat in search of extra feed pellets at the petting zoo. 

He tears a damp canvas bag from the corner with a harsh velcro rip, tossing it out behind him before he cups the side of Tom’s head like he’s checking a melon at the grocery store. Tom grimaces away from his damp, sandy palm. 

“Hey, stop, stop, you uh…” Greg lowers his voice, as if there’s anyfuckingbody else that can possibly hear him right now. Then Tom imagines that they washed up on a crowded beach on O’ahu, and he’s having a nervous breakdown surrounded by sunbathers covered in Coppertone. A nervous breakdown within five hundred feet of a goddamned Sandals Resort. “You seemed like you were, that you might have gotten somewhat concussed when we—”

Tom cuts him off simply by way of grabbing Greg by the shoulders to hoist himself up; grunting with annoyance as his vision swims for a minute. Maybe he was concussed. Swimming in wet fabric, it feels uncomfortably yonic as he climbs out, eyes squeezing shut against the harshly bright sun overhead. The heat is so much worse out here; Tom can almost imagine it drifting up from the sand in waves. 

His eyelashes, his eyelids themselves already feel crusty with salt as he rubs at them punishingly with the heels of his hands. Fuck, did his eyes hurt. Come to think of it (which was difficult; the thinking part, at present) his whole head hurt. Shielding his eyes with the flat of one hand he peers up at Greg first, who is worrying his chapped bottom lip with his teeth as he watches. 

That familiar friend of Tom’s, the irrational anger that wells up inside of him like a restless old lion at a shitty roadside tourist trap, rattles feebly against the cage where Tom keeps it. Sometimes with greater success than on other occasions. He opens his mouth to snarl at Greg for looking at him with that wounded expression, like his cat just had kittens and Tom was the runt who just wasn’t going to make it. As his eyes adjust properly, the noise temporarily dies in his throat, a flame blown out by an ominously building wind. 

To either side of the raft, as far as Tom can see to his left or his right is simply sand; bare right up to the rocky treeline that seems to be slowly growing consumed by the long hungry roots of the shockingly tall trees looming there. As he looks, a flock of some pacific birds breaks out of the tree line and wheel overhead for the briefest moment before turning back inland; the aviary version of a Lincoln Navigator doing a three-point turn. No beachgoers, no Sandals resort. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Tom breathes out, hoarse and reeling. Greg nods clumsily; a marionette whose puppeteer is very exhausted by all of this. 

“That’s- that’s exactly it,” he says, bleak resignation in his tone, in the sloping line of his shoulders. “Yeah, Tom, it’s…it’s fuck alright.”

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Hamza Moosa Kambi Dubai Travel Tips and Must-See Attractions - Your Ultimate Vacation Guide

Dubai, the crown jewel of the UAE, is a city that seamlessly blends tradition with modernity, offering a wealth of experiences for travelers. Dubai has something for everyone, from iconic skyscrapers and luxurious shopping malls to cultural heritage sites and stunning desert landscapes. In this ultimate Hamza Moosa Kambi Dubai — Luxury, Culture, and Adventure: Hamza Moosa Kambi's Guide to a Memorable Dubai Vacation, we will provide you with essential travel tips and highlight the must-see attractions that will make your trip to Dubai an unforgettable experience.

Planning Your Trip to Dubai

Before embarking on your Dubai adventure, planning your trip is essential. Start by determining the best time to visit, considering the weather and any significant events or festivals happening in the city. Then, pre-book your flights and accommodations to secure the best deals. Additionally, make sure that your passport and visa requirements are in order.

Getting Around Dubai

Dubai boasts a well-connected transportation system that makes navigating the city a breeze. With its extensive network, the Dubai Metro is an easy option to travel between major attractions. In addition, taxis and ride-hailing services are readily available, providing additional flexibility. Consider purchasing a Nol card for seamless use on public transportation.

Exploring Dubai's Must-See Attractions

(a) Burj Khalifa: Visiting Dubai is incomplete without marveling at the world's tallest, Burj Khalifa. Then, ascend to the observation deck for panoramic views of the city skyline and beyond.

(b) The Dubai Mall: Adjacent to the Burj Khalifa, The Dubai Mall offers a shopping experience. Explore its vast retail outlets, enjoy entertainment options, and don't miss the mesmerizing Dubai Aquarium and Underwater Zoo. (c) Palm Jumeirah:

An architectural marvel, Palm Jumeirah is an artificial island shaped like a palm tree. Visit the Atlantis, The Palm Hotel, relax on pristine beaches or indulge in water sports activities.

(d) Dubai Creek:

Immerse yourself in Dubai's history and culture at Dubai Creek. Take a traditional abra boat ride, explore the Gold and Spice Souks, and visit the Dubai Museum to learn about the city's heritage.

(e) Desert Safari:

Experience the tranquility of the desert with a thrilling desert safari. Enjoy dune bashing, camel rides, and an authentic Bedouin-style dinner under the stars.

Embracing Dubai's Culture

While Dubai is renowned for its modernity, respecting and appreciating its rich cultural heritage is essential. Therefore, visitors should dress modestly when visiting religious locations and public areas and familiarize themselves with local customs and etiquette.

Enjoying Dubai's Culinary Delights

Dubai is a melting pot of cultures, reflected in its diverse culinary scene. Indulge in traditional Emirati dishes, savor flavors from around the world at renowned restaurants, and explore vibrant street food markets for a truly gastronomic experience.

Conclusion Dubai is a city that captivates with its stunning architecture, rich heritage, and luxurious experiences. Following these travel tips and exploring the must-see attractions will create memories that will last a lifetime. So whether you're fascinated by towering skyscrapers, seeking cultural encounters, or craving thrilling adventures, Dubai has it all. If you wish to know more about professional business development, read Hamza Moosa Kambi Dubai - Professional Can Solve All Business Development Woes next. Good luck!

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Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa

Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa: A Luxury Desert Oasis in Rancho Mirage, CA

Introduction

Nestled in the heart of the Coachella Valley, Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa is an exquisite desert retreat offering world-class amenities, breathtaking mountain views, and a relaxing ambiance. Whether you’re looking for a family-friendly getaway, a romantic escape, or a golf and spa retreat, this resort in Rancho Mirage, California, delivers an unforgettable experience.

Prime Location and Scenic Beauty

Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa is ideally situated in Rancho Mirage, a prestigious area in the Greater Palm Springs region. Surrounded by the majestic San Jacinto and Santa Rosa mountains, the resort offers a picturesque landscape adorned with palm trees, sparkling pools, and lush fairways. With its proximity to Palm Springs and top attractions like The Living Desert Zoo & Gardens, Palm Springs Aerial Tramway, and El Paseo Shopping District, guests have endless opportunities for adventure and relaxation.

Luxurious Accommodations

The resort features 444 elegantly appointed guest rooms and suites designed for ultimate comfort and relaxation. Each room boasts modern furnishings, plush bedding, private balconies or patios, and stunning views of the resort’s golf course, gardens, or mountains. Spacious and tastefully decorated, the accommodations cater to families, couples, and business travelers alike.

For those seeking extra indulgence, the suites offer separate living areas, larger balconies, and additional premium amenities. Whether you're waking up to a golden sunrise over the desert or unwinding on your private terrace, every moment at Omni Rancho Las Palmas is pure bliss.

World-Class Dining

Food lovers will be delighted by the exceptional dining options at Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa. The resort boasts several on-site restaurants catering to a variety of tastes:

bluEmber: The signature restaurant offering contemporary California cuisine with fresh, locally sourced ingredients. Guests can savor gourmet dishes while enjoying live music and a beautiful outdoor setting.

R Bar: A lively lounge perfect for craft cocktails, small bites, and social gatherings.

Palms Café: A casual café offering grab-and-go breakfast items, pastries, coffee, and light lunches.

Splash Grill: Located near the pool, serving refreshing drinks and poolside fare for guests looking to enjoy a relaxed meal under the sun.

Splashtopia: A Family-Friendly Water Park

One of the standout features of the resort is Splashtopia, a thrilling water park designed for guests of all ages. Families can enjoy a lazy river, two 100-foot waterslides, a cliffside hot tub, and a sandy beach area. The interactive splash pad keeps little ones entertained, while adults can relax in the nearby poolside cabanas with concierge service.

Championship Golf Course

Golf enthusiasts will find paradise at the 27-hole championship golf course, designed by the legendary Ted Robinson. The meticulously maintained fairways and rolling greens provide a challenging yet enjoyable experience for golfers of all skill levels. Surrounded by stunning desert landscapes, palm trees, and shimmering water features, the course offers a perfect blend of beauty and sport. The golf club also provides private lessons, a pro shop, and a clubhouse for post-game relaxation.

Award-Winning Spa Las Palmas

For those seeking ultimate relaxation, Spa Las Palmas offers a sanctuary of tranquility. This full-service spa features a variety of rejuvenating treatments, including massages, facials, body wraps, and aromatherapy. Guests can unwind in the serene relaxation lounge, enjoy eucalyptus-infused steam rooms, or indulge in signature treatments using locally inspired ingredients like desert botanicals and citrus extracts. The spa also offers couples’ packages, making it an ideal retreat for romantic getaways.

State-of-the-Art Fitness Center and Wellness Activities

Health-conscious guests can maintain their fitness routines at the resort’s state-of-the-art fitness center, equipped with modern cardio machines, free weights, and yoga spaces. The resort also offers guided wellness activities such as sunrise yoga, meditation sessions, and scenic biking trails to help guests rejuvenate both body and mind.

Meetings, Events, and Weddings

Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa is an ideal destination for corporate events, conferences, and weddings. With over 41,000 square feet of indoor and outdoor event space, the resort can accommodate everything from intimate gatherings to grand celebrations. The picturesque courtyards, ballrooms, and golf course backdrops create a stunning setting for weddings, while the dedicated event planning team ensures seamless execution for every occasion.

Nearby Attractions and Activities

Beyond the resort, Rancho Mirage and the Greater Palm Springs area offer a variety of attractions and activities to explore:

Palm Springs Aerial Tramway – Take a breathtaking ride to the top of Mount San Jacinto for panoramic views and hiking trails.

El Paseo Shopping District – Known as the “Rodeo Drive of the Desert,” this area features high-end boutiques, art galleries, and fine dining.

The Living Desert Zoo & Gardens – A must-visit for wildlife enthusiasts, featuring desert flora and fauna from around the world.

Joshua Tree National Park – Just a short drive away, this iconic national park offers stunning rock formations, hiking trails, and stargazing opportunities.

Sustainable Practices

Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa is committed to sustainability and environmental responsibility. The resort implements eco-friendly practices such as energy-efficient lighting, water conservation programs, and recycling initiatives to reduce its carbon footprint while maintaining a luxurious experience for guests.

Why Choose Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa?

Unmatched Location – Prime access to Rancho Mirage’s top attractions and stunning desert landscapes.

Luxury Accommodations – Spacious, elegantly designed rooms with modern amenities.

Diverse Dining Options – Gourmet restaurants offering a variety of culinary delights.

Splashtopia Water Park – A fun-filled destination for families.

Championship Golf Course – World-class golfing in a scenic setting.

Premier Spa & Wellness Facilities – A tranquil retreat for relaxation and rejuvenation.

Event Spaces for Every Occasion – Ideal for weddings, meetings, and corporate events.

Commitment to Sustainability – Eco-friendly initiatives for a responsible luxury experience.

Conclusion

Omni Rancho Las Palmas Resort & Spa is a premier desert getaway that perfectly balances luxury, relaxation, and adventure. Whether you’re soaking in the serene ambiance, indulging in spa treatments, conquering the golf course, or enjoying the water park with your family, this Rancho Mirage resort promises an unforgettable stay.

Plan your visit today and experience the ultimate desert retreat!

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Top 10 Tourist Attractions in the UAE for Every Traveller

The UAE is made up of seven Emirates: Abu Dhabi (the capital), Dubai, Sharjah, Ajman, Ras Al Khaimah, Fujairah and Umm Al Quwain.

Out of these Abu Dhabi and Dubai are home to some of the most beautiful attractions and comprise of rich culture and history that bring millions of tourists across the globe to the country. Here are 10 top places you must see when you visit the UAE. 

Burj Khalifa

Undoubtedly, the Burj Khalifa is one of the best attractions. Located in Dubai, it is deemed as one of the world’s tallest skyscrapers. Tourists must visit this engineering marvel, and when you are up on the 124th, 125th, and 148th floors, you will get a panoramic view of the beautiful city of Dubai. 

Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque

One of the largest mosques in the world and the biggest in the UAE, the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque was built by Sheikh Zayed Bin Sultan Al Nahyan in honour of his late father. Containing contemporary Islamic Architecture, the mosque is a place of worship and a centre of education. 

The Museum of The Future, Dubai

Considered one of the must-visit places in Dubai, UAE, the Museum of the Future connects the present and the future by combining technology and traditional art forms. Researchers, financiers, ecologists, and people in general create solutions for a brighter future. 

Dubai Mall

Step into the world’s largest shopping mall, located right next to the Burj Khalifa. It consists of top-notch designer stores, an aquarium and an Underwater Zoo. One day is not enough to tour this massive complex. There’s an ice rink, cinema house, Kidzania and much more. 

Etihad Towers Observation Deck, Abu Dhabi

Abu Dhabi’s Etihad Towers Observation Deck is 300 metres above the ground and gives tourists a 360-degree view of the city. Located by the coastline, the deck is the highest sightseeing spot in Abu Dhabi. 

Palm Jumeirah

The unmissable Palm Jumeirah Island consists of upmarket restaurants, apartments, and hotels and offers delicacies along its Boardwalk. Several beach clubs and spas dot the area alongside amazing nightclubs. 

Dubai Miracle Garden

The Miracle Garden is located in the heart of Dubai and also the world’s biggest flower garden. You will find 60 different species of flowers, some of the most unique floral structures, an impressive flower castle, a flower clock and a heart-shaped path. The garden also holds the Guinness World Record for the largest Airbus A380-shaped flower arrangement.

Louvre

Located on Saadiyat Island, the Louvre is an amazing museum and a must-visit for those who love history. You can witness artworks originating from various civilizations dating back to the olden periods. The iconic dome roof is imposing and a stunning sight against the skyline. 

Global Village

Tourists flock to the Global Village, an open-air destination between October and April, to witness fun, food and culture. Experience shopping across 27 pavilions, and 90 cultures. You have rides, games and several attractions too. 

Dubai Fountain

A spectacle that should not be missed – the tallest fountain in the world only in Downtown Dubai. Immerse yourself in a fascinating music and light experience that uses water in formations.

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Barred Owl (Strix varia)

Taken at the Palm Beach Zoo in West Palm Beach, FL

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In Miami, exotic animals like white and Bengal tigers are frequently rented for events. For their safety, these creatures are tamed and housed in zoos. The primary attraction is an adult white tiger rental near me, and prices vary based on separation and event type. Miami, Fort Lauderdale, Palm Beach, Orlando, Tampa, and Atlanta are among the locations where services are offered. For more info click the link below:

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Uncover Trivandrum - The Evergreen City Of India

Welcome to Trivandrum, the vibrant capital city of the southern Indian state of Kerala. Known as the "Evergreen City of India," Trivandrum captivates travellers with its lush landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and serene backwaters. Nestled between the Arabian Sea and the Western Ghats, Trivandrum offers a perfect blend of natural beauty and urban charm.  

Trivandrum, with its fascinating history and cultural diversity, has several interesting facts that every traveller should know:  

Trivandrum is one of the cleanest and greenest cities in India, with well-planned urban development and abundant green spaces.  

The city is home to the iconic Padmanabhaswamy Temple, dedicated to Lord Vishnu and renowned for its grand architecture and spiritual significance. It is one of the richest temples in the world, with treasures worth billions of dollars stored within its vaults.  

Trivandrum is often referred to as the "Knowledge Capital of Kerala" due to its prestigious educational institutions and research centres, including the Indian Institute of Space Science and Technology (IIST) and the Vikram Sarabhai Space Centre (VSSC).  

The city's rich cultural heritage is reflected in its traditional art forms like Kathakali and Mohiniyattam, which are performed at various venues across Trivandrum, captivating audiences with their intricate movements and vibrant costumes.  

Trivandrum is a paradise for food lovers, offering a diverse range of culinary delights, including mouth-watering seafood dishes, spicy curries, and traditional Kerala snacks like banana chips and appam.  

Five Must-Visit Destinations in Trivandrum:  

Padmanabhaswamy Temple:  

Explore the majestic Padmanabhaswamy Temple, a magnificent architectural marvel that dates back to the 8th century. Dedicated to Lord Vishnu, the temple's intricate carvings, towering gopurams, and sacred rituals attract devotees and tourists alike. Don't miss the chance to witness the temple's famed Gopuram Nirupanam, where the deity's idol is adorned with gold and precious jewels during special ceremonies.  

Napier Museum:  

Immerse yourself in the cultural heritage of Kerala at the Napier Museum, an architectural gem that houses a vast collection of artefacts, paintings, and sculptures. Built-in the 19th century, the museum's Indo-Saracenic style architecture is a sight to behold. Explore galleries dedicated to Kerala's history, art, and culture, and marvel at exquisite exhibits like the bronze statue of Yakshi, a mythical celestial being.  

Kovalam Beach:  

Relax and rejuvenate at Kovalam Beach, a paradise for beach lovers located just a short drive from Trivandrum City. With its golden sands, clear blue waters, and swaying palm trees, Kovalam offers the perfect setting for sunbathing, swimming, and water sports. Explore the nearby lighthouse and enjoy stunning panoramic views of the coastline from its top.  

Thiruvananthapuram Zoo:  

Embark on a wildlife adventure at the Thiruvananthapuram Zoo, one of the oldest zoos in India. Home to a diverse range of animal species, including lions, tigers, elephants, and reptiles, the zoo provides a fascinating insight into Kerala's rich biodiversity. Don't miss the chance to visit the zoo's reptile house, butterfly garden, and botanical garden, which showcase the region's natural treasures.  

Ponmudi:  

Escape to the tranquil hill station of Ponmudi, nestled amidst the lush greenery of the Western Ghats. Known for its breathtaking landscapes, mist-covered hills, and pristine waterfalls, Ponmudi offers a welcome respite from the hustle and bustle of city life. Trek through scenic trails, visit the picturesque Golden Valley and soak in the serenity of this idyllic hill station.  

Find your ideal accommodation in Trivandrum

Among the plethora of choices for accommodation in Trivandrum, choose Ginger Trivandrum, strategically located at Electronics Technology Park, Technopark Campus, Club House, Kazhakuttom, Trivandrum. Recognized as one of the best hotels near Trivandrum airport, Ginger Trivandrum offers modern amenities and services to ensure a pleasant stay for leisure and business travellers alike. From well-appointed rooms with contemporary furnishings to complimentary Wi-Fi, a fully-equipped fitness centre, and a multi-cuisine restaurant serving delicious dishes, Ginger Trivandrum caters to all your needs with efficiency and warmth.

Travel Tips for Travelers Visiting Trivandrum This Summer:  

Stay hydrated and wear sunscreen to protect yourself from the sun's rays, as Trivandrum experiences hot and humid weather during the summer months.  

Prefer to plan your excursions during the cooler hours of the day, such as early morning or late evening, to avoid the summer sun.  

Embrace the local culture and traditions by dressing modestly when visiting religious sites and temples.  

Explore the city's culinary delights by trying authentic Kerala cuisine at local eateries and street food stalls.  

Book accommodations and transportation in advance, especially during peak tourist season, to avoid any last-minute hassles.  

Conclusion:  

As you uncover the charms of Trivandrum - The Evergreen City of India, you'll be mesmerised by its natural beauty, cultural heritage, and warm hospitality. From exploring ancient temples to relaxing on pristine beaches and indulging in delectable cuisine, Trivandrum offers a plethora of experiences for every traveller. And with Ginger Trivandrum as your ideal accommodation choice, your journey promises comfort, convenience, and unforgettable memories. So pack your bags, embark on an adventure, and let Trivandrum enchant you with its timeless allure.

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A City of Landmarks Sydney is home to some of the world’s most recognizable landmarks. The Sydney Opera House, with its distinctive sail-like design, is an architectural masterpiece and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Just a short walk away, the Sydney Harbour Bridge, often called the "Coathanger," offers breathtaking views of the city from its summit.

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A Cultural Hub Sydney boasts a thriving arts and cultural scene. The Art Gallery of New South Wales and the Museum of Contemporary Art feature world-class exhibitions. The city also hosts major events such as Vivid Sydney, an annual festival of lights, music, and ideas. The multicultural influence is evident in Sydney’s diverse food scene, with everything from fine dining to vibrant street food markets.

Outdoor Adventures Nature lovers will find plenty to explore. The Royal Botanic Garden, located near the Opera House, offers a peaceful escape with lush greenery and stunning harbor views. Just a ferry ride away, Taronga Zoo is home to native and exotic wildlife. For hiking enthusiasts, the Blue Mountains, located a short drive from the city, provide breathtaking landscapes, waterfalls, and bushwalking trails.

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Activities for Families in Charleston

Introduction

Planning a family reunion is an exciting opportunity to bring loved ones together for a memorable experience. If you're looking for the perfect destination, Charleston SC in February is an ideal choice. With its mild temperatures, historic charm, and abundance of family-friendly activities, Charleston SC in February offers the perfect setting for reconnecting with family members. Additionally, visiting in February allows you to avoid peak tourist crowds while still enjoying everything this charming Southern city has to offer.

Benefits of a Family Reunion in Charleston, SC in February

1. Avoid the Tourist Rush

Charleston SC in February is a top travel destination, but this month provides a window of calm before the spring and summer crowds arrive. You can explore popular attractions, dine at top restaurants, and experience the city’s beauty without the long lines and packed streets. This makes for a more relaxed and intimate family gathering.

2. Ideal Weather for Outdoor Activities

Charleston SC in February experiences cool mornings and comfortable afternoons, with average temperatures ranging from 45°F to 65°F. This weather is perfect for sightseeing, outdoor adventures, and enjoying the city’s historic charm without the summer heat and humidity.

3. Spacious and Affordable Vacation Rentals

February is part of Charleston’s off-season, meaning you can find excellent deals on spacious vacation rentals. Whether your family prefers a historic home in downtown Charleston or a beachfront retreat on Isle of Palms, YourPad Bookings offers a variety of accommodations to suit your needs. Many rentals come with full kitchens, large living areas, and private yards—ideal for spending quality time together.

Activities for Families in Charleston

Charleston SC in February offers an abundance of activities that cater to all ages. Whether your family enjoys history, outdoor adventures, or simply relaxing by the water, there’s something for everyone.

1. Beach Walks at Isle of Palms

A visit to the beach may not be the first thing that comes to mind in February, but Charleston’s coastline is beautiful year-round. Isle of Palms offers wide, sandy shores and stunning ocean views. Bundle up for a peaceful stroll, collect seashells, and enjoy the fresh coastal air with your loved ones.

2. Explore Charleston’s Historic Homes

Charleston is known for its stunning antebellum architecture and historic homes. Touring these well-preserved properties offers insight into the city’s rich past. Some must-visit sites include:

Aiken-Rhett House – A well-preserved mansion showcasing antebellum life.

Nathaniel Russell House – Known for its famous spiral staircase and elegant furnishings.

Heyward-Washington House – A Georgian-style home where George Washington once stayed.

3. Outdoor Adventures at Magnolia Plantation & Gardens

Magnolia Plantation & Gardens is one of Charleston’s most beloved attractions. The gardens are breathtaking even in February, with camellias and early-blooming flowers adding pops of color. Families can take a nature walk, visit the petting zoo, or take a guided tour of the historic plantation house.

4. Take a Charleston Harbor Cruise

A harbor cruise is a great way to see Charleston from a different perspective. Several companies offer boat tours that provide views of the historic waterfront, Fort Sumter, and the famous Ravenel Bridge. This is a relaxing way for families to take in the beauty of the city while learning about its maritime history.

5. Visit the South Carolina Aquarium

For families with kids, the South Carolina Aquarium is a must-visit. Located on the Charleston Harbor, it features interactive exhibits, a touch tank, and a variety of marine life, including sea turtles and otters. This is an educational and entertaining experience for all ages.

6. Enjoy a Culinary Experience

Charleston is famous for its Lowcountry cuisine, and a family reunion is a great opportunity to enjoy a group dining experience. Some family-friendly restaurants to consider include:

Fleet Landing – Waterfront dining with seafood and Southern classics.

Poogan’s Porch – A historic home-turned-restaurant serving traditional Southern dishes.

Hyman’s Seafood – A Charleston institution known for its fresh seafood.

Rodney Scott’s BBQ – Authentic Southern barbecue that everyone will love.

7. Attend Local Events

Charleston SC in February hosts a variety of events, from food festivals to historical reenactments. Some events to look out for include:

Southeastern Wildlife Exposition (SEWE) – A major event celebrating wildlife art, conservation, and sporting demonstrations.

Charleston Wine + Food Festival (early March, but some pre-events in February) – Perfect for families who love gourmet cuisine and local flavors.

Black History Month Celebrations – Charleston has deep African American historical roots, and February is a great time to explore heritage sites like the Old Slave Mart Museum and McLeod Plantation Historic Site.

Why Choose YourPad Bookings?

Finding the perfect place to stay is crucial for a successful family reunion, and YourPad Bookings offers top-tier vacation rentals that cater to large groups. Here’s why YourPad is the best choice:

1. Spacious Accommodations

YourPad’s vacation rentals are designed for comfort and convenience, featuring multiple bedrooms, fully equipped kitchens, and large living spaces. Whether you’re hosting a game night or a home-cooked dinner, you’ll have plenty of space to gather.

2. Prime Locations

From historic downtown homes to beachfront properties on Folly Beach and Isle of Palms, YourPad provides accommodations in some of Charleston’s most sought-after locations.

3. Family-Friendly Amenities

Many YourPad rentals offer backyards, porches, and cozy gathering areas where families can relax and reconnect. Some properties even include extras like board games, fire pits, and private pools.

4. Convenience and Comfort

YourPad properties come with modern amenities such as high-speed Wi-Fi, smart TVs, and laundry facilities, ensuring a seamless and comfortable stay for your entire family.

Conclusion

A family reunion in Charleston SC in February is the perfect way to create lasting memories. With its mild weather, rich history, and variety of activities, Charleston SC in February provides the ideal backdrop for a meaningful family gathering. By choosing a spacious and well-located vacation rental with YourPad Bookings, you’ll have everything you need for a comfortable and enjoyable stay.

Don’t wait—start planning your ultimate family reunion in Charleston SC in February today! Secure your vacation rental with YourPad Bookings and prepare for an unforgettable experience with your loved ones.