Will opened the door to their luxury hotel room at the Casa Del Mar in Santa Monica. He stepped inside dropping two large suit cases belonging to his parents by the entrance and set down his own backpack, stretching his arms out from the long arduous flight. He let out a sigh of relief at finally arriving, placing his hands on his hips as he looked over the suite on the top floor. He stood at 5'9 and weighed around 155 lb. He wore a simple white tank top and board shorts, a pair of black ray band glasses matching his sandals. He left the door open for his sisters and walked further into the living room of the hotel, spotting the balcony overlooking the beach side resort a content smile forming on his face. He was covered in firm lean muscle, not overly bulky or large, but his slender waist and V shaped upper body made for a attractive form.
He continued to stretch out his body while walking further into the room, enjoying the momentary peace and quite tell his parents would be done checking in at the front desk. It wasn't exactly his style, the white walls, curtains and couches, but something as frivolous as that wouldn't stop him from enjoying himself. He smile grew into an excited grin, one way or another he was going to get a bottle of tequila and get hammed on the beach. Just had to find someone to buy it from or a store seedy enough not to check his ID, this was going to be a fun trip, and he intended to enjoy every second of it. He stopped in place scratching the back of his head as he realized that there were only two bedrooms... the master with a king sized bed and a room with two queen sized beds. "Well fuck..." his mouth hardened a bit, he'd have to share a bed or... as per usual, get the damn couch in the living room.
His father didn't often consider the comfort-ability of the rest of the family, more preoccupied with work and business calls then thinking too hard about what his children would be doing. But he could hardly complain considering they were on a beach side hotel in California, he was grateful to get a chance to be away from the farm. He pressed the thought out of his mind, not wanting to spoil the excitement and thirst for adventure and fun he had envisioned for himself. His jovial smile returned again, "This is going to be awesome..". He could see from the window all the people running around on the beach, the large fair on the docks not far from the hotel... plenty of chances to party.. to have fun and let loose for once. Being cooped up on the farm wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, preferring seeing people, being apart of a group. He thrived on the energy that others had, extroverted, daring and pushing himself to do and experience more. What better chance to experience new things then here? He did not intend to waste a second.
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