@dcrklives (ben)
The day was early, even though it was already afternoon and the sun had already crested its highest point and it was hot. Casey felt sticky with sweat when he woke up, and wanted something cool to drink. His thirst led him away from his room and down to the cafe.
He was grateful to get his drink--watermelon tea, yum yum, and took a sip as soon as it arrived. He wheeled around to go back to his room and slammed chest first into a random person, spilling the neon pink drink between their two bodies and splattering it on both of their shirts to run down their fronts. He gasps at the cool sensation, and pulls back, arms to either side.
“Oh shit,” he gasps, a hand covering his mouth, “I am so sorry.” He plucks a stack of napkins off of the counter and offers them over with a now truly sticky hand. “My bad, man.”