[h1][color=662d91]Jin Saito[/color][/h1][hr][indent][u][b]The Crystal Shores, The Isabella Isle.[/b][/u][/indent]
Ah. The beach. The cheery sun above everyone's head, the warm sand between the toes, the spray of the ocean on the skin of the young, innocent public. Jin's time on the beach couldn't have been greater. Getting a tan, watching the waves, sneaking a peek at the occasional sunbathing babe. The only way he could be more at ease was if he was getting a massage for this headache he was getting right now. Jin looked over his towel, all spread out on the sand and found his phone among his backpack and flip-flops. It was only a second for him to pick it up, flip through it and pick out a phone number to dial. A massage sounded nice, and his parents wouldn't mind anyway. 'Family money' and all. It only took a second for him to hear the familiar voice on the other end. "Welcome to Calm Sands Remedial Massage Clinic. My name is Naomi, how can I help you?"

"Hey Naomi, its Jin." The voice on the other end was calm, lilting. Like a woman made of silk was on the other end. "Good afternoon, Mr. Saito. Glad to hear from you again." He almost chuckled into the receiver, still so professional after this many appointments. "Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to get the usual. Head and neck, maybe around... 6ish?" He spoke with tone of ease, but also that of slight strain. If not for his sunglasses, the sun might have been burning his non-present retinas out of his skull. Or at least he felt so. Naomi on the other end sighed, "Sir, I'm afraid that we do not facilitate same-day arrangements. At least a day's notice is required." Her tones were measured, but by now Jin knew when she was frustrated. Years of association would do that to a pair of people.

"Come onnnnn, Nohms!" The nickname made her proverbial fur really bristle, but it was what he had called her when he wanted something. "I've got an anchor in my brain and you're like, the ONLY one that knows my spots! Come on. Pleaaaaaaase?" Naomi's distress on the other side was palpable as she lowered her voice to a hush and replied. "You really have to stop doing this, J. I've told you, make an appointment like... a day before, even. I'm not a callgirl!" Jin's hand was already rubbing at his eyes, half-chuckling and half-grimacing. He groaned ineffectually for a moment, sounding like a child who missed their nap. "I never said are! Come on, just do me this favor? I'll pay extra. Double, even."

The line held silent for a moment, before Naomi uttered that familiar grumble of defeat.

"Sorry what was that, Nohms?" He almost laughed through his teeth. She hissed at him and sounded to almost drop the phone. "Okay, fine. Christ, you know I hate when you do this." Jin was picking at one of his toenails as she spoke, mostly not registering the same lecture he got every time they repeated this dance. "Yeah totally, big apologies and all. When do you want me to swing by?" She was silent for a while, as Jin eyed up a pair of blondes treading their way across the sand, waves breaking over their toes. One was tall and slender, with a crazy blue pair of eyes. The other was shorter, but her muscles stood out like an action figure's molded plastic. Crazy. Naomi's voice snapped his attention back, "Did you hear a damn word I said, J?"

"Huh, I... No. I missed it. Dude, these two blondes just walked by. Fuckin'... was tight." Her sigh was more audibly distressed this time before she spoke again, still in that harsh whisper. "I get off work at 7, so meet me outside work. You can wizard me home or whatever that weird shit you do is, so I don't have to walk home in the dark again."

"Oh, yeah for sure, for sure. Pick you up at 7 then, bro." She scoffed, almost laughing before she spat back at him. "Don't call me that. I've told you before. So many t-" She stopped before she reached yelling volume and grumbled. "Ugh, nevermind. Just be here at 7, okay?" Her voice sounded remorseful for a moment, but this didn't seem to register with him.

"Okay thanks Nohms, bye!" He swiped across the screen again, looking to his social media app.

Fiends raiding, Fiends wrecking, Fiends, Fiends, Fiends breaking the U.S. He kept scrolling and scrolling until he- oh damn. That is great. Something going on down at Knightdale Rows? The words 'free refreshments' and 'live band' had him gathering his stuff already. It was an easy thing for him to just head over to the Rows, but considering his head, he would just walk. A hassle, but any more head pain and he probably would end up crying into his mojito by the end of the day. Its happened before. Not a pretty sight. Towel beneath his arm, gear in his backpack and he was ready to move. To walk off the beach with no shirt, board shorts, flip-flops, a flat-visored cap and his aviators.