Uriel carried a smile of a thousand credits as he walked the streets of the east gate district. It was a beautiful sunny day, not that much of the sunlight reached ground level, but it was the perfect occasion for a nice day at the beach. Uriel headed straight to the gate and waited in line, but he wasn't alone.
He was accompanied by Mary, Vivian and Marina. The three of them wore short summer dresses with deep cleavages, beach hats and carried enough snacks to feed a batallion. They were all smiles and seemed to be having fun, however Mary's smile was as fake as Uriel's intentions.
"Why did I have to come along?" Mary complained.
"But it's our monthly tradition! Why didn't you say you didn't feel like going to the beach?" Vivian asked with a confounded look on her face.
"Then why did He have to come?" Mary glared daggers at Uriel.
"It's none of your business." Uriel replied shortly.
