Coconut Grove just you and me, sitting by the orange trees

tristan, who existed pretty presently beside bat despite his writers lack of presence, was lounging lazily beside his companion on the driftwood. there was a branch sticking up out of it and he was gnawing pretty idly at it, feeling pretty content and floaty. only when bat spoke up did he pause to give her his attention, a took caught on his lip as he processed.

honestly? he said after a few beats, yeah. it’s kinda dope here. especially with this hot ass weather — feels like a uh... paradise, you know? like you could eat a nice deer and some poppy seeds and meet some fine ass broads. translation: cheeseburger on the beach, drunk, with some nice women.

focused on bat, tristan didn’t notice the wolf in the distance... but that doesn’t mean anything.