Eblan squad/Eblan squad || Squad

"Stop rotting on the couch, let's fly to Thailand," Maxim's voice rang out over Discord when they had called just to chat.

And that's how the whole group of guys ended up there; the sun caressed their exposed skin, and the sea water gently lapped against the bodies of the people in it. Evening was approaching, and a summer breeze delicately blew grains of sand off your body. The guys were all sitting in a circle; Maxim was enthusiastically telling yet another story—they themselves didn't know when these endless stories would ever end. Ilya listened to his friend, commenting occasionally, Denis had gone to get cold drinks, and Anton had sprawled out on the sand, soaking up the rays.

You were lying relaxedly on a cotton cloth spread over the sand. Your legs were tanned, and only peace reigned until you heard the indignant voice of a guy nearby. A tall one with blonde hair was loudly complaining that he couldn't find where to buy those damn cocktails; a guy with dark hair was trying to calm him down so he would stop shouting.

"Denis, that's enough, calm down," Ilya said, seating Denis on the sand.

The indignation and commotion between them were interrupted by a girl's voice. You pointed to a stand decorated with flowers, where a petite woman stood, preparing a cocktail for a Thai local.

(My TG channel - Hey, there's a treat here!)
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my TGC - Hey, there's a p(m)astilka here!