Page 4 of Accidental Orc Daddy

“And that is why you should always keep your seatbelt fastened,” Dragan replies, and both Fordan and I give him a few high fives each, then help Maui off the floor, giving him a friendly pat on his back.

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“What do you say we skip the hotel and hit the town?” I ask the guys as the plane bumps onto the runway.

“Damn straight!” Dragan shouts as Maui and Fordan give a few hoot-hoots.

“Gentlemen, we have landed in the Maldives, where the good times roll and the bad times don’t get past security. Enjoy your stay,” the pilot announces as the plane slows to a stop.

“How do they tell the difference?” Maui asks.

“What?” Dragan replies.

“Security. How do they tell the difference between a good time and a bad time?” Maui asks genuinely.

We all laugh.

“They have a scanner,” Fordan says as the plane door opens and we gather to disembark.

“Really?” Maui says.

We make our way down the aisle of the plane, and the vision of beauty that is the stewardess gives that look again.

“You fellas have a good time. Maybe I’ll catch you around,” she says, looking at me.

“Maybe,” I reply with a grin.

As we step out of the plane onto the steps, the warmth of the night takes hold of us. The smell of the fresh sea breeze and the air electric with the promise of good times ahead is intoxicating.

“This is the life,” Dragan says as he stretches out his arm to embrace it.

“I’ll drink to that,” Fordan adds.

“Drinks in the car, my friends,” I tell them as I skip down the steps of the plane onto the tarmac and lead them on a merry dance towards the waiting limousine.

We pile in and settle into the limo's soft, crisp white seats. I press a little button, and the drinks cabinet appears. It’s stocked up with a drink to suit every palate, but my drink of choice is always whiskey, so I make sure there is always a little more of that in there.

“Help yourselves,” I tell them as Forgan assumes the role of bartender.

“Okay, gentlemen, welcome to Forgan’s Paradise. Name your poison!” Forgan declares.

“Beer!” Dragan shouts.

“Whiskey!” I shout.

“Sex on the beach!” Maui shouts, and we all cheer.

“Driver?” I call out.

“Yes, sir.” His reply comes over the speakers.

“Take us to Good Times,” I tell him.

“Good Times it is, sir,” he replies.

The limousine pulls away from the plane and out of the airport. We make our way along the beautiful coastline, the full bright moon following us as we go. Soon, the sounds of the nightclubs pump into the air and we reach the heart of the island.

Maui can’t help himself as he lowers one of the windows and sticks half his body out of it, inhaling the energy of all the sights and sounds that travel around us.