To the Beach

While the Bar and the Hotel both could prove entertaining, you thirst is starting to really get to you, and it would be best to satisfy that before continuing on any further. The beach would be the ideal location to satiate it without drawing undue attention to yourself.

Pulling your Porsche through main street, you make a turn into a small public parking lot about a block from the beach itself. Taking a minute to pay the all-night toll, you soon find yourself walking down the street towards the cool, black waves and white sands. As you do, you pass in front of the Dublin Green bar and the line that went with it.

As you pass by the bar, a few people eye you up and down. For one, the bouncer, a massive man with bulging chest and muscles that looked like he could tear a phone book in half no problem. While he eyes you momentarily, he just as quickly ignores you. Several others, mostly females in the line, do the same thing; however one in particular grabs your attention. A young redhead in a short, tight dress, maybe in her early 20's, with light freckles, pale skin, green eyes, and a tight athletic body gives you a full look over and a devious smile stretches across her lips. You wink at her as you go, butt intentionally pay her little heed: you may have to double back for her later.

Crossing the street to the beach, you feel your feet sink into soft, white sand. Two things catch your eye while there. First, a bonfire nearby is blazing bright with probably a good dozen or more individuals all jumping and talking, dancing and flirting as they drank and ate, listened to music, and just had themselves a merry old time. A few more bonfires can be seen in the distance in either direction. Secondly, you also notice some kind of movements in the darkness of the beach down near the waves. From this distance, you can't quite tell what it is.