"My other swimsuit is still MIA, so maybe we should go check out the beachwear." Vandal stated, after pausing and thinking for awhile.
"Yeah sure, sounds like a plan to me," John responded, looking up and around to spot a sign to get them in the right direction. "I could kind of use a new pair of trunks myself."
Vandal spotted a sign labelled "Beachwear", pointed at it and, following an affirmative nod from John, the two headed off. "Yeah, not gonna lie bud. Your old shorts are a biiit too small. Great for the ladies...not so great for us guys." Vandal said, smirking. John rubbed the back of his head and shrugged appologetically.
"I guess that would make sense, considering I've been wearing them since the 9th grade." John said, laughing.
Vandal looked at him and raised a brow, then scoffed,"I couldn't even get one leg into my grade 9 shorts, let alone fit in them. That's just weird."
"Yes, but you see, you, my dear friend, were blessed with a 'growth spurt' whereas as I -" John was cut off before he could finish, and Vandal interjected, "- have been the same size since about grade 4."
The pair of them laughed heartily, and John gave his friend a joking shove. They turned a last corner and found themselves in the beachwear section, greeted by a large floating poster overhead of a rather voluptuous woman in a one piece green suit, smiling widely and staring at them with beautiful brown eyes, her swim suit more than flattering her endowed, flawless form. As one's view descended from the hovering beauty, the strings which were hanging her from the ceiling impossible to see, the shock of the beautiful woman was equaled only by the endless rows of stands, racks and shelves in this one department alone, tucked into the corner of the strange and massive department store.
Vandal peered around, standing on his toes and letting out a low whistle as he observed the rows after rows of stands all with different colours and varieties of swim suits."Well, I really don't see the guys section anywhere. Maybe its in the middle somewhere." And with that he started off into the department, squeezing his tall, broad frame between the abundant stands.
John hesitated, but then followed as Vandal began to vanish into the maze of clothing racks. "Dal, wait up man!" John, not paying attention to his surroundings and trying to track Vandal stumbled over the base of one of the metal beachwear stands and...