10:04am
Brendan Birch was in agony. He thought his eyes might be on fire. In reality, he had awoken to find himself staring directly at the sun. After what seemed like forever, he pulled himself onto his knees and opened his eyes. Warm, dark concrete stared back at him. His head was spinning. He felt awful. As his head swam, Brendan lurched forwards and let out a stream of vomit. Not wanting to linger, he pulled himself to his feet. He steadied himself, and gazed at the scene he had awoken to. A beautiful, proud blue sky welcomed him as he admired the beautiful Porta Vista. Palm trees as far as the eye could see, hotels towered above the bustling summer streets. It was a magnificent place, with an incredible vibe of freedom. "It's New Years Eve.." Brendan thought to himself, and smiled. He was standing on a balcony, on the 74th floor of the Serene Grace, a trademark hotel of Porta Vista. Behind the pool of sweat and vomit, lay a white hotel sheet with various stains, one that alarmingly looked like blood. Brendan checked his watch. 10:06am. He turned to face the glass sliding door of his hotel room. He checked his reflection in the mirror. Barely 21 years old, Brendan Birch was 5ft11, tan, with a lean and athletic build. He was toned, but he wasn't one of those guys with muscles that bulged out of every inch of skin. He ran a hand threw his sandy brown hair, trying to tame the bed-head mess. Hair product from the previous night helped this task, but his hair was always messy so it didn't make much of a difference. He bared his perfect teeth, scraping them clean. His plain grey T-shirt had a small stain on the side, and his dark jeans were making him swelter in the heat of the Porta Vista sun. He walked into the hotel room, and instantly felt the cool of the A/C. The place was a mess, bottles of alcohol lay streamed on the floor and tables alongside clothes and sheets. Brendan spotted a wallet on the floor. Instinctively, he checked his pockets. Thankfully, he found that his phone and wallet were accounted for. He then wandered around to the other rooms. All were a mess, yet strangely none of his friends were present. Confused, he assumed that they were awake and would be at breakfast. He opened his cellphone and called Ethan. Ethan was his good friend, and the two were very alike. Both were athletic, attractive, loved partying and loved summer. Together, they had pooled their money to pay for this vacation. Also along for the ride was their friend Black. Black wasn't his real name, it was just a nickname, his real name was Hilbert. However, everyone including himself thought that Hilbert was a terrible name, so he was immediately nicknamed. Black was a pretty cool guy, he was kind, calm, could handle his drink and was incredibly tough. He also was very injury prone, much to his annoyance, but that didn't stop him from being a very hard worker. He had chipped in the most out of them all to come on this trip. Brendan waited and waited, but Ethan didn't pick up his cellphone. He tried again, still nothing. He tried calling Black, and again there was no answer. Very confused, Brendan decided to wait for a while by cleaning himself up after their huge night last night.