Puke on the Pervert

BAD LUCK IN LOVE

BACKGROUND: Honeymoon Yacht

Elba looked like a hot chick in her tiny outfit. But poor Shawn couldn't mesmerize and worship her at the moment. Let's just say, his bad luck followed him to his Honeymoon.

The groom's head was submerged into the Plastic Bag, vomiting his senses and organs out. To make Elba happy, he agreed on this Honeymoon Yacht thing. But from the looks of it, he wasn't going to make it out of the ocean alive. The Yacht had other people going around with different purpose.

One man, who seemed to not have any companion, was scanning up and down at Elba with laser eyes. Let's just call this man 'the needy one'. That guy had been drinking ever since the daylight hit the oceans. Shawn was quick to notice. This was another adventure about having beautiful women as your partner- they attract leeches. "Come on, Not on our Honeymoon Day!!" He muttered, being able to speak after a long puking session.

He couldn't intervene with his weak posture and the body running out of fluid. He looked at the bag in his hand and thought about just puking over that laser eyed leech. But he didn't have anything to puke out anymore other than his eyeballs.

The night fell. Shawn was feeling better after puking the whole morning. He was feeling hollow inside now. A band of musicians started entertaining everyone and people settled down close to them. Shawn told Elba to go and take a seat. The needy man wasn't able to approach her in the crowd and also way too drunk to even look straight because of his eyes slipping to different direction. He stayed in his corner and started snoring. Everybody waved their hands in the air as the soft music took over the ocean's calmness.

After excusing himself for a minute, Shawn came back and they both held each other and immersed themselves into the peace they had been lacking ever since the topic of marriage was brought up. It was tiring them out, but in a good way. The music led their mind to a euphorian dream. Their entangled hands were warm in the cold breeze (If we tune out the loud crowd.)

They both looked at each other with deep passion and stared down at each other's desirable lips and moved in closer for the obvious. The air was light and supportive for such an act, only if they could ignore a certain suspicious smell. They stopped half way from kissing and sniffed the strange smell which was slowly increasing. Everyone started to notice the same stench.

All the heads eventually swung towards the corner were the needy man slept and the stench of Shawn's undigested food on him. Well, Shawn did say earlier that he wanted to puke on him. He was a man of his word. But he didn't expect that his revenge would back fire and cause him to lose one passionate kiss.

"Geeez" he grabbed her hand and left for their room. She shut down her nostrils and waved away the air around her. Shawn's bad luck followed them to the room because when they stepped in, something not so heavy, coming straight from heaven, hit him on his head and fell down with a 'clang'. The front plastic cover of their room's AC right above the door had been loose for a while. His luck was still better that the whole AC didn't fall over him. But the same vicious luck left out Elba from any kinds of harm. The only harm Shawn had right now was his prides'.

10 minutes later, the management brought staffs to clean the mess and Shawn glared at every single soul entering their room with apologetic looks. He really doubted that his mother-in-law had cursed him or the world is dying to make Elba widow. But she was the one with the least concern about it. She was shaking and giggling in the corner at her miserable husband.

"She is gonna enjoy being a widow." He mumbled.