[URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSD4vsh1zDA][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=steelblue]A I D E N   R O T H:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Monday, August 21[SUP]ST[/SUP] - 09:57 PM | Corsair Cove[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/URL]
[INDENT][INDENT]The 'beach' or as it was more formally known, Corsair Cove was indeed no friend of Chester's as Aiden tried to push the wheel chair through the sand. Originally, the boardwalk had made traversing the waterfront rather easy but as they neared the party, it seemed the boardwalk came to end, resulting in the thin wheels spinning aimlessly in the loose sand. 

[color=indianred][b]"Told you this wouldn't work."[/b][/color] Chester spat, his tone lacking any humor as he sat angrily, both arms crossed in front of him as he slumped into the rolling chair. 

[color=steelblue][b]"Just give me a minute."[/b][/color] Aiden reassured the other boy as he dug his feet into the sand before burrowing his shoulder into the back of the wheelchair. As Aiden let out a groan, the wheelchair began to move, slowly but surely gaining momentum before the two were continuously moving along. 

[color=steelblue][b]"Told you."[/b][/color] Aiden stated triumphantly as Chester rolled his eyes, his own reply the sound of his tongue clicking against the back of his teeth. 

[color=indianred][b]"Tch."[/b][/color] 

Music could be heard echoing out over the surface of the water as the waves were illuminated several different colors from the lights set up around the cove. Smoke billowed into the sky as a bonfire in the middle of the beach reached for the heavens, its flames reflecting off the tide, causing the surf to turn from dark blue to devilishly red. Barbecues were set up nearby as the smell of grilled meat rolled through the air and Aiden felt as though he could barely take two steps before tripping over a cooler left planted in the sand. 

[color=steelblue][b]"These guys go all out."[/b][/color] He stated, a sense of awe filling the small town boy as he looked at the tables set up on the beach. The surface of each contained bowls of chips, plates of cookies and other assorted munchies. Moving towards the tables, Chester began to pipe up as he continued the conversation. 

[color=indianred][b]"That's the Alphas for you."[/b][/color] Chester grumbled, evidently the divine spread was less appealing to him than it was to Aiden. [color=indianred][b]"The Omicron Sigma Alpha Fraternity. Comprised of the richest Voltaire has to offer, old wealth mostly, new wealth tends to try to join, most of them don't make it past the hazing."[/b][/color]  

[color=steelblue][b]"I mean, I can't see chugging a couple gallons of alcohol and streaking across campus as that hard to do."[/b][/color] 

[color=indianred][b]"It's more complicated than that."[/b][/color] Chester scowled. [color=indianred][b]"It's wrong and it scars lives."[/b][/color] He added, his eyes wandering towards his legs before he looked away towards the sea. [color=indianred][b]"They're a bunch of spoiled bastards who don't know the meaning of the words consequences."[/b][/color] 

[color=steelblue][b]"Well that put a bummer on things."[/b][/color] Aiden said as he poured a ladle into a cup. [color=steelblue][b]"Punch?"[/b][/color]

[color=indianred][b]"If it doesn't come from a closed bottle, I won't be touching it."[/b][/color] Chester replied as he pushed his wheelchair away leaving Aiden by himself as he looked around, enjoying the music. Noticing a blonde woman standing against a rock nearby, Aiden took a sip of his punch as he approached her.

[color=steelblue][b]"So..."[/b][/color] He began, raking his brain for a conversation starter. [color=steelblue][b]"This is some party eh? We never had anything like this back home."[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]