Washed up - Key and Min
Walking along his beach, adorning his excessively round House of Holland sunglasses to hide his ongoing hang over, Key did nothing but complain about the sand between his toes. Everyone else was asleep, but the pounding in his head was enough to wake him up. The beach still had bottles on it from last night, and Key couldn't even recall what happened after the fifth drink. He was relieved not to wake up to another piercing or a tattoo though, glad that there wasn't a parlour anywhere near the vicinity.
He was staring down at his shoes to make sure no more sand crept into them, when something appeared in his peripheral vision. There was a body lying on the sand, the waves lapping against her lower half. Wow, a mermaid. His still semi-intoxicated mind offered, before he realised no, it was probably just another drunken party-go-er. "Hey." He called out, but there was no response.
He bent down beside her, ridiculous short shorts flashing part of an ass cheek to any one walking by as he shook the girl by her shoulders. "Yah, wake up." He lent in a little closer, but her breath didn't smell like alcohol, so why was she so unresponsive? He took the liberty of dragging her away from the sea, just in case it came in too fast and drowned her.
