Narrator's POV

Tony walked into the breakfast lounge, seeing Stephen sitting and reading at a table for two with an empty chair across him.

A smile plastered on Tony's lips when he laid eyes on Stephen. "Stephen, hello." Tony said as he walked up to Stephen.

"Good morning." Stephen said, not looking up from his book.

"How'd you sleep?" Tony asked.

"Good." Stephen said. "You?"

"Oh. I didn't." Tony said.

Stephen looked up his book. "You're gonna die from a lack of sleep." Stephen told him.

"Good." Tony said.

Stephen put his book down. "Do you want to die?"

"Why not? It's something I've never done." Tony said. "You know what they say: try new things everyday." He said, trying to be humorous.

"Yeah because dying and leaving your friends to mourn is cool." Stephen said.

"Well, when you say it like that..." Tony rolled his eyes.

"Mhm." Stephen went back to his book.

"Do you do anything else besides read?" Tony asked.

"No, not really?" Stephen said.

"Why don't you try something different?" Tony asked.

"Like what? Start a fight with a bunch of Little Tikes?" Stephen laughed.

"Look, they started it." Tony said.

"I don't care who started it, you should've walked away." Stephen said.

"Whatever. Point is we need to try something new." Tony said.

Stephen only kept reading.

"How about we play a game?" Tony asked.

"Sure." Stephen said, still reading.

Tony thought, a smirk forming on his lips. "Loser has to go out with the winner."

"I'm out." Stephen said, getting up from his seat and walking away.

"Wait Stephen." Tony tan after him. "Come on, learn to have a little fun."

"What do you call fun around here, other than trying to get someone in bed?" Stephen asked.

///0///0

Stephen and Tony came out of a building, coughing.

"You call that fun?" Stephen asked.

"Okay, okay." Tony coughed. "In my defense, the risk I took was very carefully calculated."

"WE ALMOST DIED." Stephen said.

"I never said I was good at math." Tony said.

"You didn't have to climb on top of the table and try to show off in front of the fire spitter either." Stephen said.

"He was showing off first." Tony said.

"Is your goal to get us kicked out of every place in Hawaii?" Stephen asked.

"I'm just trying to have a good time here." Tony said.

"Well your reckless behavior isn't going to let us in anywhere."

"How about there?" Tony asked pointing at a tiki bar that had a sign that read: reckless behavior welcomed

"Tony, it's obviously a joke." Stephen said.

"Oh, come on." Tony took Stephen by the arm and pulled him toward the bar.

Stephen sighed, rolling his eyes. He allowed Tony to pull him along.

///0///0

"A cranberry juice please." Stephen said to the bartender.

It was already dark outside and music was blasting in the tiki bar as neon lamps glowed in the background.

"Trying to sober up, eh?" The man said, throwing a white rag over his shoulder.

"No. I just don't drink alcohol." Stephen said.

"No?" The man asked, taking a glass out from under the wooden bar.

"No." Stephen said. "You have no idea what that does to your liver."

"Ah, a doctor." The man said, handing Stephen his juice.

Stephen took the glass, taking a drink. "Yes."

"What kind?"

"I was a neurosurgeon." Stephen said. "But then I got involved in an accident."

"Wait a minute, aren't you that one doctor who got in a car accident and went under like...seven procedures?"

"Six." Stephen said.

"Yeah. I read your story on-" The bartender stopped when he heard shouting and glass shatter suddenly. He looked at Stephen, who didn't look surprised. "Excuse me for a minute."

"No, no. Let me." Stephen sighed and turned around.

"Don't you know who I am?" Tony shouted. "I could have you on the ground in seconds."

"Come on. Show me what you've got." A man said to Tony.

Tony swung, missing. He was drunk off his ass.

The other guy swung and hit Tony right in the face.

"Alright." Stephen said, making his way through the small crowd that had gathered. "Come on guys. Stop this." He said, holding Tony and the guy back from each other.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The man hissed at Stephen. He was a little tipsy. "Get out of the way so I can beat his ass!" The guys tried to push past Stephen.

"Hey, okay. I get it, he's pissed you off." Stephen said the to the guy. "Trust me. I've been there, but it's not worth it. Come on." Stephen said.

"Stephen get out of the way." Tony said. "This bitch is about to get fucked up."

"Take your best shot." The other guy said.

Stephen waved his hand toward Tony, pushing him away with a yellow glow. "Tony, you're drunk. I suggest you stand down and shut your mouth."

"Get out of the way, giraffe." The guy said.

Tony boiled with anger. "HEY!" He shouted. "NO ONE MAKES FUN OF MY WIZARD BUT ME!" Tony swung at the guys, this time hitting him in the face.

"Tony!" Stephen wrapped his arms around him, holding his back.

The guy took a few steps back from the hit.

"Let me at him Stephen. Let me at him." Tony shouted.

"Tony. Stop." Stephen said. "Stop."

The guy wiped the blood off his nose. "Yeah. Listen to your friend, Tiny Tim." The guy said.

Stephen turned to the guy, his eyebrows narrowed.

///0///0

Ambulance sirens went off around the tiki bar.

Blue and red lights shone brightly around the tiki bar as paramedics carried a man into the ambulance in a stretcher.

Tony watched the paramedics carry the man into the ambulance. "Wow..." Tony said.

"Ah...ow." Stephen said as he shook his fist and looked down at it. His knuckles were red. "That's gonna bruise."

"Hey, uh...sorry guys..." The bartender came to Tony's and Stephen's side. "...I'm gonna have to ban you from the bar."

"We understand." Stephen said. "Come on Tony." Stephen walked away.

Tony followed him. "Stephen. Stephen!" Tony ran after Stephen.

Stephen only kept walking as Tony came to his side.

The two walked side by side, in silence as they be walked along the beach.

"You didn't have to do that." Tony said.

"You would've gotten your ass kicked." Stephen said.

Tony laughed. "No. I wouldn't have."

"Yeah. You would have." Stephen told him.

"Yeah. Maybe a little." Tony admitted.

The two were quiet for a minute.

Then they broke into laughter.

"Did you see his face when you started levitating?" Tony asked.

"Yes. And when the cloak started using his fists against himself?" Stephen laughed.

"He was crying." Tony said.

They both shared a few more laughs before calming down.

"What do you want to do now?" Stephen asked.

///0///0

"Oh! That was so close, but it wasn't quiet eight seconds! Logan Densmore, ladies and gentlemen. Give him a round of applause!" The commentator said over a speaker.

Tony and Stephen were at a rodeo now.

"Tony, I don't like seeing animals being used for entertainment." Stephen said.

"Oh, relax. It's the riders you should be more worried about." Tony said.

"What's that?" Said the commentator. "Guys and gals I just got an offer for you. Any volunteer brave enough to ride one of these beasts gets a prize of three hundred dollars in cash! Who's up for it?"

"Tony, don't-"

"Me! I'll do it!" Tony said, standing up.

"Sit down, you're drunk." Stephen told him.

"Oh, we have a volunteer over here. Come on down. We'll get you set up and strapped on." The commentator said.

"Woo!" Tony yelped. He made his way down the stands. He looked back at Stephen. "Watch me!" He said.

Stephen palmed his forehead.

It wasn't long before Tony was ready to go.

"Alright. Here we go." Said the commentator. "He gave the signal. Start the timer...now!"

The gate sung open and a bull came out bucking and jumping around.

Of course our drunk Tony went flying off, landing on the ground with a thud and a groan of pain as the bull stepped in between his legs.

"Oh!" Came from the crowd.

"Tony!" Stephen gasped.

Men came to help Tony up and took him to the back into a tent.

Stephen hurried over to them. "Excuse me, let me through."

"Sorry man, I don't think you want to see this." Said a man blocking Stephen's path into the tent.

"Are they both there?" Stephen heard Tony ask from inside the tent.

///0///0

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm fine." Tony said as he made his way back through the beach with Stephen by his side. "It was a close call. That was all." Tony said.

"I'm glad you're okay." Stephen said.

"Nothing I can't handle." Tony said.

"Mhm." Stephen rolled his eyes.

"Let's do something else. The night's still young." Tony said.

"What else is there to do?" Stephen asked.

"Let's go swimming." Tony said.

"We don't have clothes." Stephen said.

"Who needs clothes?" Tony asked. He removed his shorts and ripped his shirt from his body. "Underwear is for losers!" He said, running into the ocean, happy as one could be.

Stephen laughed, watching a but naked Tony run into the water. "This dork is going to drown himself." He said with a smile on his face and began to remove his shoes.