[It had taken a week or two of careful planning, long conversations with his PR consultant and his manager about the details of the event and secret emails from his business account to the rest of the losers club and everyone was on board and in the know. Everyone, except Eddie, which despite surprises not being his favorite thing and Richie being more than aware was necessary this time.
The flight from California to Bora Bora was eight hours and Richie had spared no expense, they flew first class, the in-flight meal was exemplary and their drinks were free of charge. This helped because by the second hour Richie was getting antsy, the ring he'd spent too much on burning a hole in his carry on bag.
When they arrive in Bora Bora, something decided by Richie because Mexico was simply too close to be considered a vacation destination Richie is only now beginning to experience the change in timezones and jet lag. The sunrise is over the island casting pale hues of orange, crimson, and blue. The air is distinctly cleaner than back home. They're taken to a retreat hotel suite right off of the water, with an indoor jacuzzi, and huge bed, and all the amenities. The hotel attendants smile when they come in, and drape them with leis made of local botanical flowers. Everything is crisp, clean, and calm. As soon as they're left in their seaside paradise alone Richie wastes no time toeing out of his loafers, he goes face-first into the mattress the linens smell freshly cleaned and like some kind of soap he needs to know the name of. It relaxes him instantly.]
a drive-by gift.
[It had taken a week or two of careful planning, long conversations with his PR consultant and his manager about the details of the event and secret emails from his business account to the rest of the losers club and everyone was on board and in the know. Everyone, except Eddie, which despite surprises not being his favorite thing and Richie being more than aware was necessary this time.
The flight from California to Bora Bora was eight hours and Richie had spared no expense, they flew first class, the in-flight meal was exemplary and their drinks were free of charge. This helped because by the second hour Richie was getting antsy, the ring he'd spent too much on burning a hole in his carry on bag.
When they arrive in Bora Bora, something decided by Richie because Mexico was simply too close to be considered a vacation destination Richie is only now beginning to experience the change in timezones and jet lag. The sunrise is over the island casting pale hues of orange, crimson, and blue. The air is distinctly cleaner than back home. They're taken to a retreat hotel suite right off of the water, with an indoor jacuzzi, and huge bed, and all the amenities. The hotel attendants smile when they come in, and drape them with leis made of local botanical flowers. Everything is crisp, clean, and calm. As soon as they're left in their seaside paradise alone Richie wastes no time toeing out of his loafers, he goes face-first into the mattress the linens smell freshly cleaned and like some kind of soap he needs to know the name of. It relaxes him instantly.]
Oh my goooooooood.....