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backstory, with some splinter cell bs
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five hours after me and my friends landed in ibiza/spain, the four of us found ourselves hopelessly drunk and naked in the sea. we put our stuff on a deck chair 10m away. when i ran back to the deck chair to get rid of my underpants, i noticed someone lying stiffly under the chair. not moving, not reacting.somehow i thought it would be my friend oli lying there, too drunk to move. i tried to convince him to join us, called him names and slashed him with a t-shirt.
well, he didn’t move, i didn’t care. so i continued my bath in the darkness.
suddenly, i saw someone walking down the stairs from the hotel terrace. it was oli. dressed and vivid. when he reached the deck chair he asked where we left our stuff.
we tumbled out of the water quite irritated. everything was gone. money, purses, smartphones, passports, janas’ birthday presents and evangelos’ clothes (besides his underpants). as far as i remember, this must have happened in the time span of 15 minutes. well, that sucked quite hard.
back at the reception, wet, drunk and still semi-nude, the receptionist refused to help us, he said this happened like every day and nobody cared anymore.
apparently some guys with night-vision glasses hid in the dunes, waiting for drunk tourists to leave their belongings somewhere unobserved. then they crawled through the sand, stole the stuff and walked away like nothing happened.
well, at least i got the chance to trash him with a wet t-shirt.