I sip, you sip, we sip [Jup's bachelor orgy]

Hyperion was drawn to the gathering like a moth to flame. Word of mouth had got him started in the right direction but the sounds of revelry was what had kicked him into high gear. He knew fun when he heard it and the thought of a big group of people enjoying themselves without him in the thick of it was just too horrifying to entertain for long. No, that wrong needed to be righted asapity. They didn’t know what they were missing.

He slid onto the scene and felt compelled to check his pulse because if there was a heaven - not that he’d ever really considered the idea - it would have to be like this. There were containers of what he assumed were fun things strewn haphazardly around the beach. More were piled on a cart in the center and around it all, looking appetizing as hell, were dozens of beautiful partygoers.

Where to start, where to start... Ah, there, by herself and looking a bit like a baby seal in a sea of sharks, was a very tall, very lovely woman (Motif). Hyperion simply couldn’t resist. The scarlet land shark circled closer all the while eyeballing those closest to her to see if he was going to have to fend off any potential rivals. Seeing none, he sidled up to her.

Looking a bit lost himself, Hyperion glanced at Motif as if seeing her for the first time and commented, “It’s...a lot to take in, isn’t it?”