If it weren't for the men Pacifica hired to clean and rearrange the house like had been before they had ruined it while drunk, they would have spent the whole night scrubbing the gunk from the walls and ceiling. There was no telling if they would have been able to replace the furniture back to where it had once been. The men had still taken a few hours – a grand total of five – and considering they had worked after hours, the cost had climbed to something completely outrageous. But it was only pocket money for Pacifica who was too busy being happy to care.

Thus when the old woman who had loaned them the house in the first place swung by the next morning to evaluate the state of everything, she was rather pleased, unaware of what it had looked like mere hours ago. She was meant to collect the set of keys she had given the group before leaving but seeing as she was busy with other clients, she asked them to simply drop them off in her mail box. When the old woman left, they got to packing their things.

Bill was no longer sick. He had actually recuperated fully an hour before they had gone to sleep the day before. He helped collect his and Dipper's scattered clothes which they then shoved messily into the luggage they shared together. It was the first of their things to end up in the car. Next were Pacifica's things which she had more people fetch from the fancy hotel in which she had spent two days. After came the beach supplies and, lastly, Mabel's things.

"I kind of feel like the last half of our trip was wasted." Mabel admitted. "I mean, we haven't gone to the beach at all during the last three days."

"You want to go for a final swim?" Dipper suggested.

"You sure the lady won't mind?" Mabel asked.

"I don't know." He said, "But I don't really care either. As long as it's fine with everyone else."

Both Pacifica and Bill shrugged in indifference. It was settled as such. They switched into their bathing suits one last time and ran to the beach. The sand burned their feet and they ran faster to reach the ocean so as to cool the stinging pain. Then they swam and played, throwing water at one another and pushing each other into waves. The laughs they uttered attracted the attention of the group of boys that had generally shared that portion of the beach with them. They mostly eyed Pacifica and Mabel – though one of them did give Bill a quick once over that had Dipper fuming.

"We thought you ladies had left." The one that looked like Mermando said.

"Nope." Pacifica said and looked at Mabel fondly, "We're still here."

"Would you like to join us?" He asked, "We were thinking of playing beach volley ball."

"No thanks." Mabel grinned and took Pacifica's hand. Before leaving, she leaned in to whisper: "You might want to tell your friend over there to stop checking out my brother's boyfriend before he snaps."

"You're so cute when you're jealous." Bill laughed at Dipper.

Dipper said nothing and simply continued to glare at the guy until the group left. Then they resumed their fun.

They had only intended on staying an hour or two – maybe three, at most. However, morning had gone and the sun was setting by the time they had finally decided to leave the water. The sand wasn't scorching hot anymore so rather than run, they walked back to the car and slowly dried. By the time they got back to the house, they were still mostly wet and had to pull out the towels to dry up enough to pull on their clothes.

"Ready to go now?" Dipper asked everyone as they huddled around the car.

Mabel and Pacifica exchanged glances and nodded. "Yes."

They hopped in the vehicle, Dipper at the wheel with Bill by his side and Mabel and Pacifica in the back. Neither girl sat in the middle seat but when Dipper glanced in the rear-view mirror, he saw their hands clasped together then and the lovesick smiles plastered on their faces. It was really adorable to see. He was happy for his sister.

And so they pulled out of the driveway and made a quick b-line to the old woman's house to drop off the set of keys. Then they drove around town and looked at everything one last time. Summer was ending but a plethora of people still walked the sidewalks and boardwalk as the sky went from orange to black with the setting sun. They rolled down the windows to smell the sea salt in the air mixed with the fried food multiple food stands were preparing.

Dipper, quite frankly, felt nostalgic. Summer had always felt like an eternal thing to him – as strange as it was. It had started to feel even longer when he enrolled in university because the school year was much shorter and began a week or two later than what he was used to – or had been used to. And yet, in that moment, the realization of the warm season, his favourite season, ending was real. The memories and adventures he had made were coming to a quick end. And to think that nearly four months ago, he and Bill had only just become friends with benefits. Even more recent than that, they had started dating.

The world might not have been ending this summer, but it had still been crazy and adventurous in its own way.

"Hey…" Bill mumbled as he glanced at the Ferris wheel on the boardwalk, "I just remembered something…"

"What?" Dipper asked.

"Weren't you supposed to take me out on a date?" Bill asked.

Dipper stiffened. He had completely forgotten. He ignored the giggles from the back seat and focused on coming up with an excuse, a plan, or just anything, really. "I…uh…" he stuttered dumbly as he thought, "That…that's exactly why we're still downtown!" he then hit the breaks and spun the car into a parking spot, "We-we're going to go on our very special date! Right now!"

"You are?" Pacifica asked, doubtfully.

"How's it going to be special?" Bill asked and glanced at the boardwalk. "I think carnival dates are pretty lame…"

"I-it's going to be special because…because…" he mumbled, looking around desperately for anything to answer the question, "b-because it's going to be a double date!"

"Oh my god." Mabel giggled.

"With who?" Bill asked.

"Mabel and Pacifica, of course!" Dipper answered nervously. He hoped the girls would play along.

"And how is that special?" The demon asked.

"Um…well, it's special because it's unusual." Dipper said, "Who goes on a double date as their first date, right? The answer is us. Because we're unusual. It's our thing."

The girls laughed in the back and if it wouldn't have betrayed the façade he was hastily trying to build, Dipper would have punched them. Meanwhile, Bill mulled over what had been said pensively. Dipper hoped that, at the very least, he just wouldn't get mad.

"Okay." He said and opened the car door.

"Okay?" The brunet repeated in disbelief.

"Yeah." Bill said, "Unusual is our thing. I like that. So let's go be unusual."

Dipper smiled triumphantly and jumped out of the car. Mabel and Pacifica followed suit, content with watching the scene unfold with amused grins plastered on their faces. They followed as Dipper led the way to a restaurant where he had claimed to book a reservation. Unfortunately, no matter how much he winked and mouthed pleas, the employee looking through the reservation list refused to play along.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, "You're name's not on the list."

Pacifica, taking pity on him, finally stepped in when Dipper was just about to give up. "You might want to check your eyesight." She said, slipping the man a fifty, "I see his name right here."

The employee stealthily took the money and shoved it in his pocket. "Ah yes. You're right. I'm sorry." He said, "Follow me."

"Thank you so much." Dipper whispered to her as they followed the man to their table. "I owe you."

"That you do." She said and winked.

They were sat down in a thankfully more isolated are. On the way they passed a guy telling his girlfriend he was fired from his job as an ice cream truck man because three huge tubs of ice cream had inexplicably gone missing from his truck. The restaurant Dipper had chosen was a little more expensive than what he had hoped and called for more formal attire than what they dawned. He felt less embarrassed where less people could see him. The menu had a great selection of alcoholic beverages which had Dipper, Mabel, and Bill feeling nauseous only skimming through it in search of food to order. In the end, Dipper chose the triple fish, Bill took the Gainsbourg, Mabel ordered the mussels and fries, and Pacifica got the veggie wrap.

"I guess I ran out of time for that hot summer romance I wanted, hun?" Mabel said.

"There's still a week left to August." Pacifica said and nudged her, "It's not over yet."

"I think it is." She said and then she took her girlfriend's hand and held it tightly, "But we can always try again next summer."

Pacifica smiled from ear to ear.

"Oh my god," Bill groaned, "Are you two going to keep being this lovey-dovey?" He glanced at Dipper, "This wears off, right?"

"Hey! You were just as bad as us when you started dating Dipper!" Mabel countered.

"I was not!" The demon denied.

"Please! You should have seen yourself!" Mabel grinned, "You tried killing a guy because Dipper was flirting with him."

"I did not!" He continued to deny, "Who told you that!?"

"I did." Dipper said.

"Traitor!"

"And so my point stands!" Mabel claimed proudly.

"Attempted murder is not the same thing as what you two are doing." Bill argued. "You two keep smiling and giggling and giving each other doe-eyed looks. You need to calm down."

"We need to calm down?" Pacifica smirked, "Says the demon who spends more time begging for sex than not."

"Do not!" Bill snapped and glanced at Dipper who looked away guiltily. "I do not!"

"Dipper over here has another story he would like to tell." Pacifica chuckled.

"Could you maybe not drag me into this?" Dipper asked.

"Do you tell them everything?" Bill glared.

"I mean…I talk to Mabel sometimes…" Dipper admitted loosely.

"And I tell Pacifica." Mabel grinned, "The bonds of matrimony demand it!"

"You're not even married." Bill said, "You just started dating yesterday."

"Don't get mad, Bill…" Dipper sighed but the demon was up and out of his chair shortly. "Bill…" he called as the other left the table.

"Did we go too far?" Pacifica asked.

"No, he's just being a baby." Dipper sighed, "I'll go talk to him. You two just keep eating and whatever."

Dipper chased his lover to the bathroom at the other end of the restaurant. He sighed deeply before pushing through the batting door and walking in. Another guy walked out at the same time, vacating the bathroom of any other strangers. Dipper reached back to lock the door so as not to be interrupted by strangers wanting to take a piss, but didn't bother to look to make sure he had done so successfully.

"Bill…" he tried again, "Bill, they were joking. Don't take it so hard."

The blond suddenly turned around and flung his arms around Dipper's neck. He pulled him into a kiss, crashing their lips together. It was unexpected but Dipper's body responded like it hadn't been surprised. Moving his lips smoothly and slipping his tongue inside Bill's mouth when the latter's parted just for him. The brunet's hands fell down to his waist and slipped to his butt, unable to resist grabbing it. It pulled a squeak from Bill's lips and his smile widened as he pulled away from their heated kiss.

"I want to take it very hard." He purred.

"What…what's gotten into you…?" Dipper asked nervously. He wasn't sure he wanted to have sex in a semi-formal restaurant and in a bathroom no less. People might start knocking at the door impatiently before they got even remotely close to finishing up.

"Well, they got me thinking," Bill said and pressed his body flush against Dipper's, "We haven't had sex in a while."

"Hasn't it only been, like, two days?" Dipper asked. It hadn't been that long.

"I don't care, I'm horny." The demon stated. "Now we can't go back to the car because people will walk past and see us and that bothers you so this is best option."

"Can't you wait…?" Dipper asked, he bit his lower lip in an effort to ignore his own building arousal. "I mean…people will…they'll get mad…"

"Did you lock the door?" Bill asked.

"Yes." Dipper answered.

"Then fuck me good and hard right now." He demanded, "The sooner we're done, the faster we can leave this place before the other men get angry."

"But…in the bathroom?" Dipper asked, "That's…that's so sloppy."

"I don't care." Bill insisted and he pressed their lips together before Dipper could continue objecting.

He pushed him back against the sink and counters at the other end of the room. They stopped there for a moment, kissing until Dipper finally resolved himself to take his proactive role regardless of his thoughts on the location Bill had chosen. They had done worse before.

He guided Bill to the biggest stall and didn't bother to close or lock its door. He had locked the bathroom's main door – or, he was pretty sure he had – so doing so again became redundant. The brunet thought about guiding them to the toilet, pushing down the lid and using the porcelain object as a seat. However, his minor germaphobia got the better of him and he decided they might as well just use the wall.

"God damn it you make me do terrible things." Dipper breathed as he pressed Bill against the wall.

"You love it." He grinned and they locked lips again.

They kissed a moment longer until Dipper abruptly tore away. He flipped the blonde, pushing his torso against the wall and pulling out his hips and ass with his other hand. Bill glanced over his shoulder and sent him a pretty smile that complimented his blush. Dipper reached around his waist and undid the demon's pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his ass and free his building erection. They weren't about to strip out of their clothes – Lord knew what the gunk on the floor was and they had to be quick.

Dipper spat on his fingers, coating them with his saliva as best as he could before bringing the first digit to Bill's ass. The demon bit his lip and wiggled his hips, pushing back against the teasing finger. He sucked in a sharp breath when Dipper pushed pass the tight ring of muscles and began thrusting his finger in, easing it steadily deeper every time. Small mewls began escaping the blonde's lips and he eagerly moved his hips so as to meet the movements of Dipper's first digit. The way he moved was intoxicating and arousing. It consumed Dipper with dirty thoughts and he knew that at that point, nothing would get him to leave the bathroom without having fucked Bill first.

He eased in his second finger soon after. Reaching deeper, faster now that the demon wasn't as tense and stiff. He spat on his finger a few more times to increase their sad excuse for lubricant and tried to finish stretching Bill as quickly as could all the while still doing a good job. Sure the demon didn't mind pain, rather he enjoyed it, but Dipper wasn't a fan of hurting his lover whether the latter wanted it or not. He spread the two fingers he already had inside Bill's ass as he continued thrusting, readying him to take his third finger shortly after.

Bill was moaning desperately by the time Dipper finally added the last digit. He gripped the wall hopelessly, leaving faint scratch marks that would surely embarrass the brunet when they finished. "Please…" he begged, "Come on, Pine Tree, just do it…"

"Hang on…" he breathed.

Dipper stretched him just a tad longer, adding more saliva to lubricate as much as possible before finally pulling out. He fiddled with his pants quickly, pulling out his cock and wasted no time pushing it in Bill. In the moment where they became one, the demon released a beautiful cry that sent shivers through Dipper. Nothing else mattered anymore. He could only hear the sounds Bill made, feel his warmth envelop him in bliss rather than the bathroom door creaking open and the set of curious eyes resting upon his back.

He fucked Bill mindlessly. His only goal was to finish as soon as possible so they could get out and go back to the table. And yet, Dipper didn't want the moment to end. There was nothing he loved more than having sex with Bill because not only was it pleasurable, but it was the most intimate act they could ever do together. It was more than sex, it was making love – even if the environment in which they performed the act left quite a bit to desire.

And suddenly, Dipper began to feel his climax approach. As thankful as he was that everything would soon be over and they could return to their table to finish their meal, he wasn't about to be the first to cum. He reached around and took a hold of Bill's leaking prick, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Bill threw his head back and cried out, clawing the wall as he bucked his hips, helpless to the overwhelming ecstasy. He chanted Dipper's name like it was the only word he knew until he finally came, his cum painting the barren wall on which he pressed his upper body so as to hold himself up. Dipper came literal seconds after, the spontaneous tightness milking him for all he was worth with a single cry.

They stayed entwined, pressed together against the wall as they caught their breaths. And then Dipper froze. His heart stopped, his entire body stiffened, and the only thing he could think was: "dear god no."

"Oh my God, are they done?" A frat boy asked and he sounded far too close.

"I think they are." Another said and whooped, "Let's hear it for the horny couple in the handicap stall!"

A literal crowd cheered behind them and Dipper begged for the ground to swallow him whole and for a God – any God – to smite him where he stood. He felt more than embarrassment – it was utter and complete mortification. He wasted no time in pulling away from Bill, blushing violently upon seeing just how many people had been watching him have sex in a fucking bathroom stall. He tucked himself away hastily whereas Bill took his time, enjoying the attention far too much. He even grinned and winked at a few people whose gazes lingered on him in a lustful way. Dipper was too humiliated to feel angry.

"They're queer and they're here, ladies and gentlemen!" One of the men yelled and laughed, "Mostly gentlemen!"

"I can't believe this." Another guy said and this one sounded affronted, "How dare any of you cheer for public indecency."

"What? Are you homophobic or something?" One of the men who clearly hadn't heard what the former had said accused.

"What they did was beautiful and natural!" Another yelled, "How about you go fuck yourself with your Bible, hun?"

"That's not what I said—!" But a fight quickly broke out and it was the perfect cover for Dipper to drag Bill away. They squeezed out of the suddenly very crowded bathroom and ran through the restaurant and back to the table. There was no way he could finish his meal now. Sooner or later, the brawl in the bathroom would finish, the men would leave, and they would holler at Dipper and Bill when they caught sight of them. The brunet was mortified enough as it was, they needed to leave now but he couldn't wait for the check.

It was time to cross another thing from his bucket list.

"What took you guys so long?" Pacifica smirked, she was about to make a joke but Dipper interrupted her before she could.

"Grab your shit. Now." He said hurriedly, holding Bill's hand tightly.

"What? Why?" Mabel asked but she and Pacifica still did as they were told.

"We need to leave, like, right now." Dipper said and then he leaned closer, "Dine and dash."

"Hun?"

"I'm am literally going to leave the two of you behind if you don't keep up." Dipper declared before he dragged Bill behind him and ran out of the restaurant.

Most of the employees had gone to the bathroom to deal with the fight that had erupted. One woman in heels stayed at the entrance however, with a bored expression on her face. She jolted in surprise as the group ran past her and yelled at them things neither of them grasped in their rush to leave. They jumped in the car and Dipper hardly waited for anyone to buckle up before he turned on his car and pressed the gas pedal as far as it could go. They barrelled down the street, burning more red lights than they should have been able to without causing an accident. In mere minutes they were rushing down the highway and, for some unexplained reason, no cops were after them.

Yet.

"What the hell was all that about!?" Pacifica barked from the back seat.

Dipper slowly released his hold on the gas pedal and fell into a much more legal speed. He released and heavy and shaky breath and then glanced at Bill. The demon bore a smile stretching from ear to ear and upon eye contact, neither could contain the laughs that spilled from their mouths. They wheezed and cried from laughing so hard and it took them a few long minutes before they calmed down enough to speak coherently.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Dipper cried, a smile plastered on his face regardless of the humiliation he still felt in regards to what had so recently happened. "As if that happened!"

"I don't understand how we didn't notice." Bill agreed with a brief nod.

"What happened?" Mabel asked.

They glanced at each other again before telling them.

"No way." Pacifica smirked, "So we just dine and dashed – something that's very illegal, by the way – and drag raced out of Newport because you two built a crowd while having sex in the restaurant bathroom?"

"Pretty much." Dipper said.

"I liked the attention I was getting." Bill claimed, "Pine Tree's just such a prude."

"Right. Prude." The brunet snorted.

"See what I was saying about you being a sort of sex addict?" Pacifica teased.

"Guilty as charged." Bill said, raising his hands in defeat.

"Not to be a Debby downer," Mabel said, "But people were probably recording you two on their phones…"

"I'll take care of it." Bill said, "I'll get sick again but it's not that big of a deal."

"This vacation was wild from start to finish." Mabel huffed and leaned back into her seat.

"That was a really special date, Pine Tree." Bill said, "Let's do it again some time."

"How about no." Dipper said, but he smiled and took a hand off the steering wheel to hold Bill's.

Mabel smiled as she watched their hands clasp together and she, herself, reached for Pacifica. She glanced over at the blonde and grinned. Pacifica mirrored her smile and then closed the gap between them with their very first kiss. It was short and sweet, very gentle and perfect in every single way. Mabel still wasn't accustomed to the whole dating a girl thing, but she was sure she could get used to it with small, lovely contacts like that. She unbuckled her seat belt and moved to the middle seat so as to lean on Pacifica as they commenced the long drive home.

"Hey guys." Dipper said, "Let's never go back to Newport."