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MidReal Story
The Hating Life Series
Scenario:nick et ses 2 amis tim et jim arete en vancance il arete dans un village peuple de jeune femme et enfant
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Nick Holland
He is a professional athlete for the Seattle Saviors playing in the National Rugby League. He is adventurous, humorous, and introspective. During his vacation in a small island village, he navigates unexpected encounters with the local women and experiences the unique culture of the island. Despite the challenges of communicating across language barriers, Nick forms connections with the villagers and enjoys the island's beauty and charm. His closeknit group dynamic adds to the adventure.
Island Village
setting, description. The Island Village is a small, picturesque town surrounded by water with lush greenery. It is peaceful, traditional, and charming. Visitors like Nick and his friends find it an ideal getaway from their hectic lives in the city. The village has a unique culture with locals dressed in colorful attire, offering a refreshing change from city life. The villagers are welcoming, and the place exudes serenity and tranquility.
Jim
He is a college friend of Nick and Tim, working as an attorney. He is witty, ambitious, and easygoing. Jim accompanies Nick and Tim on their vacation, sharing in their desire for relaxation and fun. With a keen sense of humor, he navigates through situations with ease. Despite being busy with work, he enjoys spending time with his friends and participates in their adventures with enthusiasm. His presence strengthens the bond among the group.
"Slow down, mate. What’s the hurry?"
Tim says as I pull him along behind me.
"Christ, you’re like a kid on a sugar high. I need to keep up with you."
"You can’t keep up," I chuckle.
"We’ve been walking for hours and I think we’ve only scratched the surface of this place."
Tim looks around as we walk through the small streets of the island village.
It’s a picturesque little town surrounded by water, lush greenery, and colorful buildings.
The three of us are on vacation together.
Jim and Tim are my best mates from college and we decided to take a week off together.
I’m glad we did because this place is perfect.
The island is beautiful, peaceful, and full of life.
Everywhere we look there are people, young and old, but mostly families with lots of kids and plenty of women.
Young women.
Single women.
Sexy women.
I stop in my tracks causing Tim to run into me and almost knock me off my feet.
"Whoa, what’s up?"
He asks as he rubs his nose which he bumped on my shoulder.
"I just realized something. We came to this small island village on the outskirts of nowhere for a reason."
"What reason is that?"
Jim asks looking around as if he thinks I might lose my mind any minute.
"For the ladies, of course."
I grin at my two friends who look at each other before back at me.
"Of course," Tim says as he rolls his eyes at me.
"Come on, let’s get back to the hotel. My feet are killing me."
I lead them through the narrow streets lined with small shops and houses.
The sun is beating down on us and our shirts are sticking to our backs.
Jim pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks for messages from work.
I’m sure he’ll be annoyed to see a few, but we all agreed to take this week off and not check in with work.
Jim is the most responsible of the three of us, so I know it’s hard for him to stay away from work for that long.
As we walk, I notice a group of women walking towards us.
They’re all carrying baskets full of fresh fruit and wearing colorful dresses that are blowing in the breeze.
They smile and wave at us as they pass by and I wave back, almost tripping over an uneven cobblestone in the road.
"Watch it, mate," Tim says as he grabs my arm and helps me steady myself.
We round the corner and our hotel comes into view.
It’s a white two-story building with blue shutters and a weathered sign that hangs from the front porch. The desk clerk is sitting in a chair on the front porch smoking a cigar.
He’s an older man with thick glasses perched on the end of his nose and a scruffy white beard covering his chin.
"Hey, you two," the desk clerk calls out as we approach.
"You might want to check out the festival tonight; it's not just for tourists."
Jim raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Festival? What kind of festival?"
"Back at the village square. It starts at sunset. There will be traditional dancing and food stalls. You should come."
He smiles at us, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
"Sounds like a good time," I say as I push open the door and lead my friends inside.
We head up the stairs to our rooms.
I stop outside my room and turn to my friends.
"Why don’t you guys meet me in here in an hour and we can head out?"
"Sounds good," Jim says as he heads into his room next door.
Tim nods and walks down to his room at the end of the hall.
I head into my room and grab a pair of khaki shorts and a blue linen shirt from my suitcase.
I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower, waiting for it to warm up before I step under the water.
The cool water feels good against my hot skin and I let it wash away all of the sweat from our long day of walking around the island. After I get out of the shower, I dry off with a towel and get dressed.
I run a hand through my wet hair and check myself out in the mirror.
I look presentable enough, so I leave the bathroom and head into my bedroom where Tim is sprawled across my bed scrolling through his phone.
"What are you doing?"
I ask him as I sit down in a chair by the window.
"Just doing some research on this place. I don’t want us to do something that’s going to offend anyone."
"Good thinking," I say as there’s a knock on my door.
Tim gets up to answer it, revealing Jim standing there with an ironing board under his arm.
"What are you doing?"
Tim asks as he steps aside to let Jim in.
"I’m ironing my shirt," Jim says as he sets up the ironing board in front of the mirror in my room.
"Why?"
Tim asks as he sits back down on my bed, watching Jim with amusement.
"So that I can look presentable for all of these beautiful women."
"You’re trying to impress them?"
I ask as I watch him carefully iron out every wrinkle in his white button-down shirt. "Maybe," he says nonchalantly, but I know better.
Jim has always been a bit of a ladies' man, even back in college when we were all just trying to figure out who we were and what we wanted to do with our lives.
I stand by the window and look out at the street below.
There are people hanging colorful paper lanterns between the buildings, and I can hear the faint sound of drumbeats coming from somewhere in the distance.
Tim finishes up his research and stuffs his phone into his pocket.
Jim gives his shirt one last press before he hangs it up and heads into the bathroom to change.
The music is getting louder now, a mix of drums and string instruments that I don’t recognize.
I can see women in bright dresses streaming past our hotel, heading towards the town square.
"Let’s not waste any time," I say as I grab my room key off of the dresser.
Tim checks his watch and nods before we all file out of my room.
The wooden floor creaks under our feet as we walk down the hallway and out onto the front porch.
The sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the village as we step into the vibrant night.
I lead our trio down the wooden steps, following the pulsing drums and laughter that echo through the narrow streets.
Lantern light flickers across weathered building facades as we weave through growing crowds of villagers.
Women in flowing dresses brush past, their perfumes mingling with the salt air and smoke from food stalls.
Tim grabs my shoulder, pointing out a group of children running with sparklers, their laughter echoing off the stone walls.
Jim adjusts his crisp shirt collar, already scanning the crowd for potential companions.
"Hey, do you guys see that old man over there?" Jim asks, nodding towards a figure standing near a food stall.
Tim squints through the crowd. "Yeah, what's up with him?"
"I saw him in a photo at the hotel lobby; he's the village elder who organizes this festival," Jim reveals, his voice tinged with curiosity.
I lean against a wooden post near the food stalls, watching the festival swirl around me.
The drums and chatter have become a dull roar after hours of celebration.
My feet ache from dancing, and the humid air clings to my shirt like a second skin.
Tim notices my exhaustion and nudges me.
"Hey, you ready to head back?"
I pat his shoulder, nodding towards Jim, who is deep in conversation with two local women.
He gestures animatedly, clearly in his element.
"You should stay," I tell Tim.
"Jim looks like he's having fun. I'll walk back to the hotel."
Tim nods, already turning back to the festivities.
I weave through the crowds, dodging groups of laughing children and weaving dancers.
The lanterns cast colorful shadows on the cobblestone streets as I make my way back to our hotel.
At my door, I pause and glance back towards the town square.