The sun is setting on the water by the time we stumble out of The Drunken Sapo red-faced and laughing our a**es off. Our arms wrap around each other as we walk down the sidewalk. I glance at the fiery orange ball slowly sinking behind the skyline and poke Saz in the rib.
"Wanna go watch the sunset?" I slur.
"Absopositivly." Saz leans forward and guides us onto the sand. I shake off my sandals and link them between my fingers. The ocean roars on as we walk alongside the waves, away from the crowds and back towards the hotel. My feet sink into the warm, damp sand as I lean into Saz’s side. His body is warm and strong, the muscles firm under the soft, tropical button-down. I can see the lights of the villa winking at us in the distance, popping on one by one.