“I am on a sexless island. A sexless island. Unbelievable. Me overserved? I am French I am not drunk. I am dignified.” Noel ranted as he stumbled long the beach after being asked to leave the bar for being too intoxicated. “And why must I wear so many layers!” He threw off the suit jacket, stripped off the button up and was fighting with his undershirt. “What sorcery!” He hissed struggling with the cotton shirt, though soon started to laugh at the whole situation.