"Alcohol, sex, money, food, sleep...all wrapped in a pretty little box called the Bahamas...man, if this is the sinner's life, I can't wait for hell." Brendan said to himself with an amused chuckle, smirking as he gazed upon the glorious beaches of the Bahamas for the first time. He came to this particular city for a specific reason: to hop on a cruise boat and sail to his heart's desire, all while enjoying himself to his fullest extent. Yes, Brendan was a very, very lucky man in many regards; he had been given a free trip to the Bahamas and a cruise by a company he worked for after he threatened to sue over an accident which had occurred during work...he had more than enough evidence to fight the case, and win, yet this generous offer was more than enough to satisfy him. The hotels were all booked under 5-star rooms, and Brendan would almost always get VIP treatment where-ever he stayed...not to mention all the free drinks he'd get. Truly, Brendan would be living the high life for a while, and he intended to take full advantage of it.<br/><br/>Yet, there was one thing that the company could not buy him, or rather, that it could not buy him LEGALLY...a woman. Brendan, by this point, was lonely. He had lost his last girlfriend after the accident at work, and had yet to find a worthy replacement since. Now, he had long moved on from her, and only thought of her from time to time because of the messages she sent him after she heard about the pay-off...but he could not help but want a relationship. He had tried to fight the feeling countless times, refusing to look at the lovely ladies on the shore to keep himself from his desire for love and romance, but his libido has only driven him mad, his mind and body nearly begging for an intimate relationship...and release.<br/><br/>Lost in his sexual frustrations and loneliness, Brendan set out on his trip from Boston, and was at his first stop. He decided to go to his hotel, located on a peaceful, unoccupied section of the shoreline. It was a top of the line, 5-star building, where the floors and walls were clean enough to eat off of, and all the bellhops and receptionists looked to be as dolled-up as news anchors. Brendan seemed...somewhat out of place in the setting. He stood in the center of the lobby, his flip-flops, short white pants and Hawaiian shirt standing out among all the perfectly dressed employees and patrons, the occasional scoff or glare being thrown his way. Not only was his wardrobe an eyesore, but his own large and rough looks made him seem like he got lost on his way to the Holiday-Inn.<br/><br/>Brendan was still able to put on a clever smile and approach the receptionist, despite the negative vibes coming from everyone in the room. The receptionist greeted him with a very large and force smiled, her lovely eyelashes fluttering as she spoke. "Welcome to [redacted]!...are you sure you're not looking for the Holiday-"<br/><br/>Brendan held up his hand, silencing the very pretty woman. "Please, I've heard that one from every single person here...the name's Brendan, last name Fields."<br/><br/>The receptionist dropped her smile quickly, not used to Brendan's straight-forward nature. She nodded, typing in his name in an instant before her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh, uh...t-there's a room for you on the seventh floor. It's a VIP suite, room number 7003." The receptionist handed him a set of keys, looking up at the tall man, still wondering how someone like him could retain any sort of class.<br/><br/>Brendan couldn't help but grin at this, taking the keys and nodding to her. "Thank you very much, ma'am. Have someone send up your finest bottle of Pinot Noir to my room, please; I haven't had a good drink in a while."<br/><br/>The receptionist nodded slightly, her face still displaying her confusion. "It'll be there soon, Mr. Fields. Enjoy your stay."<br/><br/>Brendan spun the keys on his long index finger, walking from the front desk to a highly decorated set of elevators and calling one, humming to himself as he waited.