They had rented lounge chairs and umbrellas once they got to the beach. Agatho, Pytheas, Nikos, and Theodorakis between time out in the water and time on shore playing volley ball.
Eucratides and Stavros spent their time lounging and catching rays. They spoke little to each other, and when they did, it was usually only Eucratides talking and it usually amounted to "I'd do her."
Stavros was deeply disturbed by their actions... or lack thereof. They came to mingle with the populace and dig up dirt that would lead to the war mongers releasing their grip on the land. He absolutely dispised Eucratides, that facist pig, for even suggesting that the nation was more important than the well-being of the people who live here.
Stavros had decided. If the rest of them wouldn't do the job, then he would alone. Only problem was getting away without being seen, especially by Eucratides.
He spent a good 15 minutes plotting his escape, but to no avail. Then it was as if they had all plotted for him... Stavros heard a rumble over the roar of the waves. He turned to the direction the sound was coming from. He found Eucratides sleeping like a baby; the rumble being his snoring. Not long after discovering this, the four detectives, fished out one beer a piece, and began walking down the beach."
Once they were out of sight, Stavros realized that he was essentially alone. He jumped up and began speed walking to the dressing room, but not before grabbing his duffle bag... and a wad of bills out of Eucratides's.
<ooc>I didn't say "as long as nobody posts" you know.
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