James walked around the island conspiciously now. He was the only boy on the island. He had all these girls to himself. He grinned gently, getting images in his head. But to his misfortune, it seemed the girls were paying no mind to him. He assumed they were all too busy having fun; which is what he needed to get doing! He saw girls laughing, dancing, drinking beer, smoking, and having a good time. He didn't see one unattractive girl there, either. He saw hot girls of all kinds. He wish he could just hook up with them all. He shrugged the thought off, and kept walking. Eventually, he came to a pool hall. It looked pretty cool. He took his beer, which he had just bought at one of the venders, and went on inside.