Sit on a beach, drink in hand, relax and let this entertainment roll over you like a big wave crashing down with warmth and shock.
When he was gone, Kevin sat down on a broken couch by the single fan in the room and closed his eyes. The music sounded good ... music and the voices of laughing women ... creaking bedsprings. In a while, he'd check out the beach. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.