Post by Lovino "Romano" Vargas on May 4, 2010 2:12:58 GMT -5
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((T A K E M E A W A Y F R O M H E R E))!!!
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If there was one thing the Spanish people held in common with the Italian, it was their love for extravagant parties…along with beautiful women and delicious food, of course. There was never a shortage of celebrations to be had—any event significant enough to warrant a day of drinking and dancing had its spot on the calendar. Perhaps the most miserly of viewers might have complained, chiding them for their lack of professionalism; the people involved were an entirely different story.
It was fun and cathartic—could one truly deny anyone such? Lovino smirked at the question, looking over his shoulder at the people dancing fervorently on the patio below him. Responsibility his ass—there was no time he enjoyed more than the times he could relax and have fun. Work, as far as he was concerned, was boring and hard. A simple philosophy, but one that resounded truthfully for him time and time again. What worth was there in something you had to be miserable to achieve? No—life was far better with its simplicity. Give him a fancy mansion party, a hot tub, and some beautiful women; he’d be set.
No sweaty children asking about conjugations, with their horrid accents and beastial murder of his beautiful language. No stuffy teachers with their beak-like noses in the air staring down at him—nothing annoying and nothing hard. Why couldn’t all life be like this?
A brush on his arm brought him back to reality. One of the women in the hot tub with him was grasping his arm, one acrylic nail biting into the flesh. She began speaking to him in Spanish, going on about how much she loved whatever such-and-such holiday it was. He nodded at her at the appropriate points, responding in his slightly-broken Spanish. He might have been awkward when conversing with men, but women were his forte, with charming words and cooing tones as his primary tools.
His eyes, however, were giving him a hard time staying focused. Was it his fault that nudity was so kosher in Spain? Or, rather, was it his fault that with all of the foam and bubbles swirling incessantly through the large tub, that the top part of her breast swayed in and out of view oh-so-tantilizingly? Whether she noticed or not, he wouldn’t know—either she was terribly dense, or enjoying the attention too much to comment. No…it was certainly the latter. Having spent a large portion of his life in the fertile country, Lovino had a clear notion of the women—beautiful, powerful, and damned proud of who they were. Someone paying attention to one of their assets was probably far less perverted than it was flattering.
He turned to watch the two women in the tub with him. He couldn’t tell much about them, beyond the fact that they were all Spanish, and all really, really loved dancing. The majority of the conversation had been spent trying to translate, them touching and clinging to him when a song they liked came on, and laughing when they did. It may have seemed an awkward situation to most—but to Lovino? No no, it was damned near ideal for him. The language of conversation was fine, but the language of the body spoke far more clear. The language of laughter, of fun, and of celebration!
Yet all good things must come to an end, and a delightful hour of sharing a nude hot-tub with two gorgeous women was no exception. One of them suddenly stood, dashing from the tub and toward the railing of the dock, looking down at the live-band and dancers on the grounds below. Lovino had never considered himself a ‘gentleman’, but he had tact; he turned his head to avoid seeing her exposed body. She gasped, shouting to her friend that, “Eso es mi cancion favorito! Despertate, necesitamos ir!” Which, as far as Lovino could translate, meant that her favorite song was playing and they were going to dance whether her friend wanted to or not. She trotted up behind Lovino, bending down to kiss his cheek. “Adios Italiano.” She said, an abrupt tone in her voice. Her friend leaned over and pecked his other cheek, quickly jumping from the tub as well. “Arrivederci signoras~". He said back, giving a slight bow as they both eagerly wrapped their towels around their bodies. He watched as they skirted through the slide glass-door, into the room where they had left their clothing.
As they disappeared from view, Lovino knelt his head back and released a breath of air. The stars were beautiful…they always were in Spain. He stared at the inky-black night, trying to gather the energy and will to leave the hot tub and make his way back to the dance floor.
But just as so many Italians were known for their charming appeal, so they were also known for their laziness. Lovino was nothing if not a true Italian, taking every moment and enjoying it to its fullest.
Comments││ Ahaha. Naked hot tubbing time is all of the time. Do not question it. Nude beaches are everywhere in Spain & Italy! /logic
Outfit││ None. As in naked time. Unless you count a covering of bubbles as clothing?
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ 835
Status││ Complete-o
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3