[right][sub][color=dimgray][b][color=b31b1b]Location:[/color] [/b]Ferry → Party Cabana
[b][color=b31b1b]Interacting with:[/color][/b] Inadvertently, his summer roommates 
Drea [@Altered Tundra] & Jade [@NeoAJ] [/color] [/sub][/right]
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[indent][color=#ffdf80]The ‘boy wonder’ Zayden Aspen intentionally made himself blend into the surrounding area. Unnoticed and unseen, especially compared to the version of himself everyone saw on the daily. The rowdyruff friend that never failed to pressure people to do what Rachel wanted. The reward? He helped brighten up her day, giving her something to laugh and smile about. Other than that? Zero, zip, zilch, nada. He had a job and she made sure he knew exactly what that job was. 

Her hype man. 

He was the one that would do a kegstand and immediately afterwards challenge some wallflower to beer pong or convince the target to do a body jello shot off of him or let someone else do one off of them. He was down, for most things. Up until sex, at least. He had a hellavu will to resist some of these fine, scrumdidilyumptious delights that were simply candy to his eyes. Okay there may have been a couple of one night stands, but he never talks about them. FOR THE MOST PART, he was preoccupied [i]pleasing[/i] one woman. All day, everyday. And not in a sexual way. Hashtag, brother zone. 

Anyways, Zay helped make sure the party was motherfucking lit. He was the one coming in clutch when everyone had the munchies. Somehow, as if he was blessed with magical properties, he came barging into Rachel’s den with a platter that held a mountain of tacos. Godsend, dude. He just [i]knew[/i]. On top of that, Z-Dog was capable of thinking of games on the spot and incorporating alcohol in it because substance helped bring out people’s bestial sides. Ain’t a party without animals. Awooooooooooooo. That’s how bonds are made, baby! Games. It was all about giving the people what they wanted. One crazy ass night. 

Hell, parties gave memories worth remembering forever. Whether they liked them or not was a different story. Yeah, he would do anything for her. He couldn’t help himself — she was just, so… just, so… [b]money[/b]. She was money. The highest form of an Aspen compliment was being related to money. Drea would know. She’s met his father. 

With shades on and his hoodie hiding his dark and smooth hair, Zayden rested in his seat on the ferry, ignoring all those around him. He had napped on the plane and he made sure to nap on the boat ride too. He knew the moment they stepped on the sands of Carnation Island, the party wouldn’t stop. He didn’t see this adventure as multiple parties on private land that belonged to the token animal of Woodfard University. Nah, man.

Knowing Rachel, she was taking this to the [i]next[/i] level. Think Las Vegas, but [i]worst[/i] because everyone knew everyone to some degree even if they never said ‘hey’ to each other. This place was about to blow and everything was going to be one surreal dream of revelry and mistakes. You best believe Zayden was going to nap while he could. He’d make sure this first bash went past dawn. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t at least do that? 

When the ferry pulled up to the dock, Zayden let his body move on auto-pilot. Yawning wildly, like a lion, he stretched his arms and legs as everyone stepped off. Sluggishly, he put his backpack on, slung his duffel over his right shoulder, and followed behind, leaving a generous tip in the jar on the bar, before exiting. He didn’t even drink, even if the party started hours ago. He was just a good guy and knew those staff members were [i]exhausted[/i]. Always tip well. That’s how you get treated with respect, earn free shit, and make friends. That’s what his dad would say. In addition, Zade wasn’t going to play this summer foolishly. Today, the time that mattered was nighttime. That’s when the true shenanigans would start. He needed to [i]save [/i]his energy. There was no way in hell he was going to rely on red bull unless he was in dire need to. Too much sugar. Heart attack in a can. Not his jam. 

As much as he loved Rachel and her ostentatious presentations, Zayden hadn’t fully woken up yet. People didn’t even recognize him standing in the back, covered up like some creep, dozing off. 

Sorry, Rach. 

He could see the colors on the screen and hear her loud, chirping voice. [i]Wakey, wakey, Invader Z! It’s time to put in work and make sure my party is a fucking success![/i] She didn’t actually say that, but that’s what he heard. [i]I’ll kill you.[/i] She would never, or would she? When the crowd scattered to go wherever the fuck they wanted, the atheletic boy that grew into his charming features, who had both a lion heart and a kind soul, even if the ‘party’ attitude sometimes got in the way of his gentle touch, found himself trudging to find his cabana. 

Fortunately, he had already sent his shoes to his room in advance. Rachel knew how much he loved his shoes, so of course he'd make sure they got to his room safely before his arrival. Sending it meant he could take more than just the bare minimal. She even went out of her way to set up a pull up bar for him, on his closet door, and put a stash of energy bars in his nightstand drawer. See, she cared. So, yeah, he may not know his exact cabana's location but he knew that it was the big one and his room was on the second floor that had his collection of shoes in it. 

While he silently walked, he reconnected his phone to his Bluetooth earpieces and restarted the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAg3uMlNyHA]last song[/url] (WINGS by Macklemore x Ryan Lewis) on his current playlist. He didn't even check his phone battery. Hopefully it'll last for a bit! If not, oh well. As the song played, he messaged in the Facebook thread with his family and let them know he was safe. Nodding to himself, slowly but surely waking up, he followed the map in his heart [s]or the signs[/s] and started making a mental list in his head. He wanted to achieve three things. Wake up, which might entail a quick workout session. Unpack, everything. Quickly, thoroughly, and with organizational intention. And lastly, look and smell fresh so he can do what he does best for his girl. 

[b]HYPE[/b].

When he did find "The Party Cabana", he helped himself in, tacitly, and although he knew this was rude and unlike him, he didn't announce his presence. If people were in here already, he was NOT ready to deal with them. Like girls had to put make up on, Zayden had to get in the ZONE especially when it came to putting his extreme extroverted face on. 

Deciding to appreciate the cabana [i]later[/i], Zayden hurriedly went upstairs and after opening the wrong room, he turned on his heel, went down the hall, and then saw a sticky note from his girl: this room, idiot. 

Awesome. 

Retreating to his room, he tossed his bags on his bed, took out his Bluetooth speaker from his backpack, connected his phone to it  —  battery was at 30 percent —  and let the playlist continue but this time LOUDLY and PROUDLY. After placing the speaker on the mini fridge, he eagerly took off his hoodie and shirt, pumping himself up for a seven minute workout. After doing some stretches, jumping jacks, fast feet, he went to his pull up bar and did his thing.

Priorities, man. [/color]
[center][h3]♫ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZN43UoyAbwg][i][color=b31b1b]To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) 
all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)[/color][/i][/url] ♫[/h3][sub][color=dimgray]— Get Low by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz  [/color] [/sub][/center][/indent]