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Location: The Beach, The Beach House
Interacting With: Missy, Sonny, Sable and Everyone Else
[hr][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NTSGFZUI4LU]Pink Mist[/url]
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Being on vacation wasn’t an excuse to neglect his regime. Not by any means was it. As the synth soundtrack pounded his eardrums beyond repair, DeShawn pounded the warm Miami sand as he sprinted across the beach. Sweat had formed over his massive torso and his handsome face was strained intensely. Suicide drives, got to love them. The part of the beach he had claimed as his new personal gym was just off the beaten path, close enough to the house for him to know where he was but far enough away that he wouldn’t be disturbed. Alone or with his baddie were the only way he liked to train and the current song was appropriate; when that must came down, there was know stopping number 54.

He had been out of the future house of decadence for just over two hours. Dee’s workout regimen was extreme to say the least but he was built for it, not many other people were.Coming to a halt at the edge of the water, the former Parker across Linebacker let out a satisfied yell. He was happy with his progress physically. Now all he had to do was sort out the rest of his life. He had two months to decide. Barely a ripple in the vast ocean before him. They were stardust lost in space and he was only a fragment….shit all Dee knew was that he didn’t want to go back to West Baltimore.

Calling time on his third workout of the day, DeShawn began the slow walk back to the beach house. The crew were heading to a bonfire that night, 7pm he was told: plenty of time to get ready and just enough time to add a little Spice to his five a day. Arriving on the house decking, Dee removed his soaking wet shirt and entered the kitchen where his summer family were already waiting. [color=#8b8b8b]”Hey yo”[/color]

It was an interesting gang that had been assembled for this infinite war on their livers and brain cells; the Avengers they ain’t. Taking off his headphones, DeShawn was greeted by even more blaring music. [color=#8b8b8b]”I can see Baddie done put her tunes on. I see I have failed as a teacher”[/color] Patting his best friend Missy on her perfectly formed ass, he laughed. [color=#8b8b8b]”Missed you on the workout shorty, you slacking’”[/color] Dee walked over to the fridge and pulled out one of his many [i]many[/i] protein drinks. They were all already drinking, not a problem, he knew how to play catch up. He downed the strawberry flavoured milkshake before chasing it with one of Sonny’s shots. [color=#8b8b8b]”Needs more flavour, Santino. Tastes like piss”[/color] He turned and looked at the group over at the couches and waved. He couldn’t see Spice, she must’ve still been upstairs. Glancing over at Sable, he offered a smile and a slight bow of head. [color=#8b8b8b]”Hey girl”[/color]

If he was truly honest with himself, Dee had no plans of going on this trip. When it was first announced, he really didn’t fancy it. Spending two months in a house with a bunch of people he didn’t know from Adam was not his idea of a fantastic summer. Yet, Spice, Sugar and Baddie all pulled an arm and a leg each for him to join up with them. They’d lie and say it was because they couldn’t enjoy the summer without him but in reality, he knew that the girls just wanted to get him out of his own head. The behemoth of a boy didn’t talk a lot but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a lot to be said, at least in his own brain. Sometimes he felt like he was on fire and that his thoughts were burning him up. Dee needed to clear his head and the sun, sea, sand and sex of Miami was what the girls deemed the perfect place for him to do so.

At least they hoped…[/center]