With grace and dignity, of course.

Chris' eyes widened and his knees suddenly felt very weak. He found himself gripping the blonde's upper arms for support, mouth opening and closing uselessly as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. What if she recognized him?! They'd leave him all alone, or worse, and then he'd... His breaths becoming shallow, Chris vision blurred, darkness creeping in and suddenly, the room tilted around him as Addie yelled something. He didn't even feel it when he hit the floor.

When he came to, Chris found himself lying on one of the couches in the back of the bar, the blonde sitting on a chair next to his head, her amazon-esque girlfriend and the two German tourists sitting on another couch perpendicular to the one Chris was on. When she noticed Chris was back in the land of the living, the blonde got up and helped Chris sit.

"Drink this. You need some energy," the blonde smiled at him, pushing a glass of coke in his hands that she took from a side table. The German tourist and his wife gave him smiles as well, although their's were tinged with worry. The amazon had put down the ice pack, and Chris winced as he saw the black eye she'd gotten by defending him. A complete stranger going to such lengths for him... some part of him actually felt flattered. "Feeling better?"

"Much, thanks..." Chris replied. All of these people, so worried for him, and because of a situation that his own overactive lust had caused - the surfer's face burned with shame. And then he'd even fainted! If only the ground would swallow him up.

"I don't think we've introduced ourselves yet," the amazon finally said after a Chris had had time to regain his bearings, taking little sips of his coke. While it also chased away the taste of cum still lingering in Chris' mouth, the surfer wasn't exactly sad to see another reminder of his ordeal go. "My name is Monica, the headstrong beauty that saved you from the cops is Addie, the love of my life."

"My name iz Günther," the portly German introduced himself - another person that Chris fervently prayed wouldn't recognize him. "Zis is my wife Gertrude."

The middle-aged woman at his side, still beautiful despite the first gray hairs appearing in her dark hair, gave a little wave and an almost motherly smile.

"N-nice to meet you," Chris mumbled , holding onto his coke, desperately wishing he was somewhere else. Adding to the shame, every minute he stayed here, he risked exposure. But neither did he really want to be alone with his thoughts right now ... "I'm Christine."

While he wasn't exactly happy to use the name Shawn had more or less picked out for him, using his real name wasn't really a good idea. He had introduced himself to Addie back on the beach, for Pete's sake! But at least now, he finally knew her name. Not that it helped any.

"How are you holding up?" Monica asked, running her hand over Chris' shoulder. Her palm felt warm, her fingers strong. Protective.

"I don't know. It's... I'd rather not talk about..."

"You'll have to at some point, don't just bottle it up," Addie interjected from Chris' other side. "But on your own time. When you feel ready."

Chris gave a non-committal hum as an answer - he'd rather never think about the whole thing ever again. And talking with the people here? He'd only met them today! Staring into his blurred reflection in the coke, he barely recognized his own face. Which meant that he was probably safe. But still, he wanted nothing more than go home and curl up under the covers of his bed. And maybe drink himself into a stupor first.

"Addie, a bit more tact, please. It was a harrowing experience for Christine," Monica admonished her partner, her tone almost motherly. Then she turned towards Chris. "I'm thinking you don't want to stay here, right?"

"Yeah, I... I think I wanna lie down, just... sleep..." Chris replied, voice breaking as he felt tears well up in his eyes again.

"Oh, the poor girl..." Gertrude's accent was surprisingly light, much less noticeable than her husband's. "You must be feeling terrible, dear. Do you have somewhere to stay? Somewhere safe?"

"Yes, I live down the street," the surfer nodded. "With my room mate and best friend."

"Would you feel comfortable there? We can bring you to the door if you want," Monica offered, putting down her empty beer.

"Mh-hm," Chris squeaked pathetically, sniffling a little as he got up. Addie and Monica took him in their middle, letting him lead the way back to the apartment. Günther and Gertrude said goodbye somewhere along the way, wishing 'Christine' all the best before heading to their hotel. Addie and Monica, meanwhile, insisted on not leaving Chris's side until they had reached the apartment door, the muscular woman ringing the doorbell.

The door opened, and Steve stuck his head out, thankfully both wearing a shirt and taking care to hide his third leg. Chris heartbeat quickened when he thought about his roomie's cock, no matter how terrible he felt. Steve meanwhile had given Addie an appreciative, Monica an awed and finally Chris a surprised and worried look.