Bullet Points

Checkpoint

Everything was coming up roses.

From the moment he had opened his eyes, Grunt had been having an unusually good day. He was surprised that little birds hadn't flown in through the windows to drape him into his favourite dressing gown like a decidedly more attractive Snow White. He certainly felt like singing his feelings at top volume like a chipper Disney princess. Too bad, he couldn't carry a tune with a bucket, but hey, nobody was perfect! Although I'm damn well close Grunt complimented himself gratuitously as he shut off the warm stream of the shower, inhaling the delicious scent of his expensive grapefruit shower gel with a sigh of appreciation.

A bubble of unfettered happiness swelled in the pit of his stomach as he caved to temptation, humming to himself jovially and shaking dark, damp hair out of his eyes. The sound echoed around the bathroom as he knotted one of Sister-In-Law's secretly pilfered hot pink towels about his head, luxuriating in the delicate softness. His vision was hazy as he wiped a generously fluffy sleeve over the steamy mirror, water vapour still curling in lazy tendrils around his ears.

He had forgotten his glasses back in the bedroom so his vision was currently less than stellar, but he wasn't about to let that dampen his good mood. Grunt, renowned powerhouse of K and K and number one in terms of perfect bone structure, didn't need twenty-twenty vision to appreciate the ridiculously handsome man who greeted him the mirror. Looking good, G Shuai! Grunt grinned to himself roguishly as he patted a generous dollop of designer skin caviar onto his cheeks. He spared a moment to drop a cheeky wink to his own reflection; if you didn't love yourself, who would, his mama always used to say. His blood was fizzing pleasantly in his veins as he brushed his impeccably straight teeth, the taste of the toothpaste invigoratingly minty fresh. Just like his mood.

The world was Grunt's oyster.

It was amazing how something as simple as not setting an alarm could just brighten your entire day. Han Shangyan, the usually rigid boss of their kickass cyber crew, had graciously allowed them the night and day off as he had been roped into attending the bachelor party of his old friend Xiao Mi. How Grunt would have loved to have been a fly on the wall in that scenario. He could not picture Boss kicking back and un-wadding his panties for any amount of time, but stranger things had been known to happen. Like Han Shangyan wedding a girl almost ten years his junior and allowing himself to be wrapped around her glitter-polished little finger, for example. Speculation of how Gun liked to blow off steam had dominated their lively conversations the night prior, and the group had collectively decided that Han Shangyan was clearly losing his mind in his old age.

Concerns for Gun's mental state aside, the boys had spent an enjoyable evening overindulging on junk food and bonding over brilliantly terrible movies. They had stayed up much later than poor little Demo's bedtime, and the results were showing; all of his team members were still currently comatose. Like most of his teammates, Grunt had used Gun's unexpected overnight absence as a chance to catch up on some sorely needed zee's; in fact, most of the other boys were still drooling into their pillows, dead to the world. Not Grunt though; he had awoken revitalised and refreshed and he planned to take full advantage of this rare day of freedom. Didn't those lazy bums know that the early bird always caught the worm? The prize money from K and K's semi-final triumph was burning a hole in Grunt's bank account and he was positively itching to spend it – it was imperative to treat yourself every now and again.

It was with that mind-set that Grunt swished mouthwash vigorously around his mouth, mentally calculating how much damage his bank account could realistically handle. Proper hygiene for his killer smile and more money that he knew what to do with – check! His shoulders, clad in the garish violet dressing gown that he liked to save for when he was having a good day, moved to the beat of his own internal rhythm. The acoustics in the bathroom were remarkably good and Grunt utilised it to full advantage, a hairbrush his makeshift mic as he finally gave into temptation. He erupted into full-blown song, a Grammy worthy performance if he did say so himself! Nobody was around to see, and Grunt for one, was determined to make the most of this glorious day.