"So, what is the order of things? I was thinking that first we could go with Bing's idea here, then you have the reins Darce and we can end the trip with some Richard love." Winked Rick as he shoved down food in his mouth at an alarming rate. Charles looked fascinated with Richard's speed of gobbling while Darcy had given up qualms in expressing his disgust and went back to typing his text.
William looked up from his phone "Umm..I'm not so sure about that. I mean, it was a childish pact. We were kids, after all not that you ever grew up Rich. Why do we have to go through these 'dares' at all? Can't we just enjoy Spain like normal tourists?" "And…I guess we can't" William retracted on seeing the twin glares directed his way from the other two gentlemen. Well, he went back to his phone. His one companion that doesn't disapprove of him. "Though I don't understand why we can't reveal the tasks to each other yet!" Darcy had to have the last comment.
The three of them had a long-standing pact to go to Spain on a bachelor trip, and that during the road trip, each of them would have to pick an adventure sport which all three would try together. So here they were, sitting at a local restaurant as they debated on the ideal itinerary. Finally, after a long boardroom worthy discussion they were able to concur on a schedule which surprisingly enough was something that Richard had suggested initially. First they would go to Costa Brava which was a six hour drive from Barca, for Charles' activity; then Seville as decided by Darcy and in the end, the king's jester would take them to Pampeona. The grin produced henceforth on Richard's face was way too reminiscent of the Joker. It made the other two men, especially Fitzwilliam extremely wary for everybody knew Richard could rival the Weasley twins.
"Now, I know it is a road trip but we cannot shuffle in taxis all the time. It's a six hour ride to that villa, for heaven's sake. RICHARD! Pay attention, will you?" Darcy snapped as he saw Richard plugging in his earphones.
" .It is supposed to be a fun trip. FUN. F-U-N. You have probably forgotten the meaning of that. Use that Oxford dictionary, will you? Where is the fun without some cramped legs?"
"You don't have to plan every single step Will. There is a certain element of FUN in the mystery of anonymity. The unknown and the unplanned. Let it run the course on its own." Charles added his own input.
"What is this nonsense? You mean to say that if I keep sitting here on this damn hard chair..ergonomics, people, I will reach Costa Brava…by magic? Letting nature run its course? Perhaps the winding road will roll out a magic carpet. You have been watching too much Dr. Who, Mr. Richie Rich and Mr. Clifford."
Richard tsked.
Bingley jumped in. "Costa Brava? Woah..Will. You mean to tell me we are going straight to Costa Brava from here? We won't even look around Barcelona? I have come all the way from England and I don't get to see Xavi city?"
"Xavi? That is who you think of? Lorenzo..Charlie boy, Vanessa Lorenzo."
"We don't have time for that Charles." Came the exasperated reply from one Will Darcy.
"We can at least go to Gran Via." With that the readhead popularly known as Clifford unleashed his puppy dog eyes that not even Will Darcy could resist. Now he may have a rough and tough exterior but he was only a human and Charles, his dearest friend.
"I guess one day won't make that much of a difference" conceded Will as he opened a huge map of Spain onto the table, marking a spot on it. Rich shared a grin with Charles on seeing their friend's meticulous ways.
Will looked up to see Charles grinning like a loon and then looked at Richard suspiciously. "You didn't add something to his drink, did you?" he asked, his eyes narrowed. Richard raised his hands and his face took an expression of innocence which quickly turned to offence." No. I did not… yet."
"I just can't believe that the three of us are finally here, after all these years." Charlie reasoned.
Will's eyes softened. Meanwhile, Richard had an uncharacteristic look about him, his mind lost far away.
"C'mmon. I see a hotel there. We can rent a penthouse for the night." Will announced as he popped on his sunglasses and folded the map back to the perfect mold.
Charles and Richard looked bewildered. "Penthouse! He better be paying for all that on his own." Richard muttered as he aimed a piece of French fries at his cousin's head. It missed, of course.