Steve-The Text Adventure

Before you can open your eyes, you hear "Ay mon!". Gentle at first as if coming from a slight distance away. "Ay MON, you gots to get up mon!" The friendly voice repeats itself. "Mon, these Pina Coladas aren’t going to drink themselves bro" and with that you open your eyes. It's beautiful. It's a picture-perfect beach that spreads as far as the eye can see. The sun seems to be hanging in the air forever threatening to set, but not quite there yet. The gentle breeze feels wonderful as it finds its way threw your Hawaiian shirt. You slowly turn to see a little open bar-hut sitting on the beach about 20 feet away. Inside sits a rather tanned Dustin Kaplan wearing a straw hat and sucking on a tropical drink of some sort. Behind him sit many colorful bottles of liquid. From the overhang of the straw bar-hut lazily sways a hand painted sign. "Margaritaville" it reads.