darling, darling, doesn't have a problem

lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf

[camilasperez]

chanelxalbright​:

Pushing through the crowds of people at Sapphire, all wanting to say hello and request a dance later in the night, Chanel couldn’t help but feel like the genuinely most important person in the room. Growing up she’d felt insignificant, unimportant, just another face in the crowd. Joining the Costellos had given her the life she’d been missing and had felt she’d been destined for all along. Her birthday was the one day a year where she felt like that was still true.

The bartender was quick to oblige at the mention of Chanel, attempting to figure out just what the purple glittery stuff was. Soon enough, two little shot glasses of swirling glittery alcohol was placed in front of them, and Chanel squealed with excitement.

“These look amazing.”

Chanel quickly picked hers up in a cheering fashion before giggling and shaking her head at Camila’s last comment. “Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of singles after this to make up for the lack of double. This birthday bitch keeps it flowing.” What was she even saying at this point. Did it really matter? She’d most likely forget 80% of the conversations she had tonight. As long as she had fun in the moment was all that really mattered.

Quickly downing the shot, she took a moment to let it settle before turning to Camila and going back to her first question.

“Anyway, Mia is my Ginger Spice, Sofia is my Baby Spice, and Violet is my Scary Spice. Sporty Spice is probably off dunking basketballs or something, so the Spice Girls are just a quartet tonight. I’ll blame Ezra for not having a girl I could snag into the group for that one.”

‘These look amazing.’

Camila paused to survey the drinks. They were rather pretty- glittering, swirling concoctions that looked something like a wizard’s potion. She’d never seen something quite as hypnotic. Chanel looks equally as thrilled, squealing and clapping her hands together in anticipation of the drink.

“This shit looks like something out of a fairytale. Y’know in Shrek, in the second one, where the fairy godmother had all those little potions?”

She follows Chanel’s lead, tipping the shotglass backwards.

It tasted just as good as it looked! Camila examines the now-empty glass with wide eyes, still shocked that alcohol could taste like that. Damn.

‘Anyway, Mia is my Ginger Spice, Sofia is my Baby Spice, and Violet is my Scary Spice. Sporty Spice is probably off dunking basketballs or something, so the Spice Girls are just a quartet tonight. I’ll blame Ezra for not having a girl I could snag into the group for that one.’

Camila smiles.

“I bet you guys look so CUTE together! I love themed parties, I wish people would do them more often. Especially costume ones!”

“Next year ... you should do an outer space theme. OR. A murder mystery...”

[camilasperez]

chanelxalbright​:

Chanel snickered at the thought of Camila singing like a parrot, picturing it in her head in some obscure cross between the bird and Mariah Carey. It was definitely an image to behold and almost made her spill what was left of her already nearly empty drink. It was also enough for her to miss the moment of Camila’s upset before it was quickly covered by her well-practiced smiles.

“Isn’t this just the greatest? I think I’ve fallen in love with Mia, she’s definitely my favorite Costello.” Chanel chirped cheerfully, looking out into the crowd to see if she could spot her Ginger Spice for the night. She needed to remember to make sure her, Sofia, and Violet all managed to get a group shot before the end of the night. Hopefully sooner rather than later, since Chanel was quickly loosing the ability to remain looking sober and cute enough for a simple photo.

At the mention of shots, however, Chanel’s mind quickly adjusted to the new priority and nodded along with excitement. “Oh yes, shots sound great. Do you have a favorite? I just found out about this purple glittery drink that looks like magic and I think they said they have it at the bar. I don’t know if it actually tastes good though.”

As she spoke, Chanel grabbed on to Camila’s hand and walked her towards the bar, squeezing between the people who were also attempting to get drinks. “Move please, birthday bitch coming through!”

“Who’s Mia tonight? One of the Spice girls?”

Or something like that. There were so many costumes, so many elaborate outfits and wigs, it was hard for Camila to keep track of the who’s who. She cranes a head to look over the crowd.

A lot of denim. A lot of frosty lipgloss.

‘Do you have a favorite? I just found out about this purple glittery drink that looks like magic and I think they said they have it at the bar. I don’t know if it actually tastes good though.’

Camila’s eyebrow raises in interest. That sounded absolutely amazing- and she’d knocked back plenty of drinks in her life. She nods eagerly at Chanel, follows behind the other woman towards the bar.

As they push through the crowd, Camila can’t help but join in on the chant.

“Birthday bitch! Birthday bitch!”

Make way, Chicago!

Once they’ve pushed their way to the bar, Camila flags down the bartender, tacks on her most winning-est smile.

“Hi! This is the birthday girl here, so, we need some shots, please. I have no idea what it’s called, but .... we’d like the purple sparkly stuff.” 

And with that detailed description, she turns back to Chanel. The other girl was already pretty far ahead drink-wise.

“I was gonna suggest a double ... but I don’t know if you need that right now.”

[camilasperez]

chanelxalbright​:

Chanel smiled widely, realizing she’d bumped into Camilla. Her arms instantly went wide as she pulled the other girl into a tight embrace. Had they ever hugged before? She couldn’t recall. Was Chanel even a hugger? It felt right so who cared. As she wrapped her arms around Camilla, a little bit more of the drink spilled, but Chanel was none the wiser. Pulling away from her, she looked over her outfit with glee, remembering exactly who everyone had been cast to be for the night from Mia’s list.

“And you look fantastic as Mariah Carey. If you hit any of those whistle tones tonight I think you should walk away with the door prize.” Chanel spoke excitedly, as if nothing could bring her down tonight. Admittedly almost nothing could bring her down tonight. She was letting almost anything and everything roll of her back for today because today was meant for her happiness and nothing else.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” She asked genuinely, almost seemingly to sober up for the second as if every ounce of her drunken stooper depended on a positive answer to the question. Before Camilla could even answer, however, she looked down to what was now practically an empty glass and sighed in disappointment, like the drink had just decided to stop being full of its own accord.

“We need refills, ASAP.”

Oop! And there Chanel was, pulling her in for a hug. That was alright- Camila was always pretty friendly, was never one to turn down a hug.  ( Even if Chanel’s drink once again sloshed out of the glass. )

‘And you look fantastic as Mariah Carey. If you hit any of those whistle tones tonight I think you should walk away with the door prize.’

“Oh, girl, I can’t sing for shit. I sound like a drunk parrot.”

Camila waves a hand at her conspiratorially. It was true- singing had never been a strong suit of hers - but that wasn’t the important thing. It was more the aesthetic that mattered. And people at the party seemed to take it seriously: everyone was decked out in their finest denim, their frostiest lip-glosses, most powdery of eye-shadows. Truly a fitting tribute for the nineties.

At Chanel’s question, part of her heart sinks. Was Camila enjoying herself? She would be, if not for the rain cloud of emotion that seemed to be permanently settled in her stomach. Camila normally loved parties like this- especially ones with a theme! But current circumstances made it hard.

She couldn’t bear to put a damper on Chanel’s happiness, though.

“Duh. Look how perfect everything is- the only way I would be having more fun is if I were drunk!”

“I think we should do shots.”

[chanelxalbright]

Chanel stumbled from the bathroom at Sapphire, drink in one hand while the other held on to the door for support. She’d been pregaming well before the party had even started and was now the drunkest she’d ever been in the last year. Her birthday last year was it’s only equal, as was true every year on her birthday. Of course, Chanel had been drunk several different times throughout the years, but her birthday was the one day of the year where she refused to be a publicist and instead made everything entirely about herself. All while being as extra as possible.

Finally letting go of the door, she used her now free hand to adjust the short brown bob wig she’d been donning for the night and looked around the party, smiling at everyone who had shown up and the costumes they came in. Mia had sincerely outdone herself tonight and owed her BIG TIME for putting it all together.

Just as she was finally stepping away from the bathroom to go back out to the dance floor, she bumped into someone and spilled half her drink on the floor. She almost felt tears come to her eyes but then she quickly remembered that crying wasn’t cute and all her drinks for the night were entirely on the house anyway. Looking to the person she’d bumped into, she tried her best to focus on who it was all while making sure she kept her balance.

“It’s so lucky I have like four other outfits to change into tonight otherwise this would’ve totally sucked. Did I get you?”

[camilasperez]

Camila found it her hard to maintain her usual smile. She’d never been one for funks, for moods, but there was an undeniable pang in her chest whenever she failed to distract herself, thinking on the Fourth of July, on the conversations she’d had that night. It still felt like a bombshell. It still hurt to think about Tristan. She wondered about him now, if he was here. There was the reflex to text him.

But. There could be no frowning around Chanel, not on her birthday, not at a fabulous party that glowed and glittered with extravagance of a decade passed. She couldn’t let her own sadness interfere with everyone else’s fun.

She wasn’t Camila today, anyway. She was Mariah Carey, down to the nude lip and sleek little spaghetti strap ensemble, and she strutted around as such, curls bouncing with each step.

Until, by chance, she runs straight into the birthday girl. ( Quite literally. )

Camila gives a little shake of her head, eyes glancing up and down at Chanel’s outfit. She looked good! A little tipsy, perhaps, but who could fault her for that? Camila shoots her a smile.

‘It’s so lucky I have like four other outfits to change into tonight otherwise this would’ve totally sucked. Did I get you?’

“Even if you did, nobody is allowed to be mad at the birthday girl.”

“You look just like Posh!”

[camilasperez]

You’re Invited to Chanel Albright’s 90s/00s Themed Birthday Extravaganza!

August 1, 2020. 7:00PM. Sapphire. Come dressed as the VIP pass says or you will not be admitted to the event nor permitted anywhere near Sapphire. 

xx

Mia 

[camilasperez]

tristan-sullivan​:

More drinks! Tristan could do that. And Camila loved a powerful man, so Tristan playfully acted the part. He flagged over a server, smiling as she leant over to hand them off a freshly poured cocktail. Tristan told the lady to put it all on his tab – which was already soaring dangerously high, but it was fine. Getting fucked up with Cami was in his budget, actually. 

Tristan took a sip of his drink – it was ridiculously sour, hardly tasted like alcohol. 

“This shit’s dangerous,” he said, carefully holding the drink in his hand. “Hang on tight,” he advised Camila, wading over to the other side, with the floaties. He placed his drink on the concrete, offering to hold Camila’s drink.

“How ‘bout you get on, and I’ll stay down here and admire the view?”

‘How ‘bout you get on, and I’ll stay down here and admire the view?’

She didn’t mind that at all. Tristan was nothing but a gentleman.

Camila gives a grateful nod, passing the drink over to Tristan like she was transferring a royal scepter. There were a few floatie options. A flamingo, a shark, a huge tube painted to look like a doughnut.

Camila scrabbles aboard the shark, swaying lightly from side to side.

"I kinda dig it. I feel like queen of the pool.”

It was a stylish floatie! She’d chosen the shark in honor of Tristan, and its spray-painted smile was cute, if a little menacing.

She ducks down til she’s mere centimeters away from Tristan, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as her voice lowers into a whisper.

“What are the odds we can steal this?”

[camilasperez]

tristan-sullivan​:

She wanted to stay until the fireworks. And if they got kicked out, they could go back to her apartment. With a hot tub. An invitation.

Tristan had been patient for the last few months, enjoying the beginnings of whatever this would blossom into. Things were easy between them, and there’d never been any pressure for more. Maybe the time was right. He wasn’t seeing anyone else, and he didn’t plan to, really. She was his dream girl. His focus. And even if nothing happened that night – fine. He could keep waiting. He liked her. 

“We’ll stay here for as long as you want,” Tristan said, sliding his hand up her back, fingers resting on the back of her neck, brushing some of her ponytail back. “I’ll make it happen. I got connections. Whatever you want, baby.”

Tristan didn’t have any connections. And obviously he couldn’t get her whatever she wanted – but it was the thought that counted, right? The simple idea that Tristan would do whatever he could to make Camila happy – even if he had to do something ridiculous to make it happen!

He kept Camila close, eyes wandering to the side – a few servers were walking around with a fresh batch of summer themed cocktails. “You want another drink?”

‘I’ll make it happen. I got connections. Whatever you want, baby.’

Camila grins. She wasn’t exactly sure Tristan had an in with the hotel, but it made her smile anyway, because she could hear the intent behind the voice, the sincerity. It was one thing— among many  — that she liked about him. There was nothing duplicitous about him, nothing false. Camila could always just feel what he meant.

“That’s kind of hot. I do love a powerful man.”

The hot tub was an intriguing option too. Neither of them were exactly shy about what they felt, but over the past couple months, an opportunity like this hadn’t really presented itself. It might be nice to go back, make a drink with what she had in her fridge. Get a little cozy.

‘You want another drink?’

Did that even need answering?

Camila nods eagerly.

“Yes. We can sit on one of those little pool floaties with our drinks and use a pool noodle to steer. Like those Venetian gondola thingies.”

[camilasperez]

@tristan-sullivan

[kindlles]

[camilasperez]

tristan-sullivan​:

‘…usually the penalty for that is death.’

He’d asked for it.

Camila hooked her arms around his neck, wrapped both legs around his waist before she leaned in to kiss him. Tristan raised both brows in surprise, stunned for half a second while she kissed him. Well. They’d never done that before. 

Tristan instinctively slipped both hands beneath her knees, slowly gliding his hands up the back of her thighs – pausing a few inches before his hand placement would be considered questionable. He gave a light squeeze.

He was tipsy, more than a few drinks in, so his actions were a little… bolder. He and Cami had been seeing each other for a while. Maybe tonight would be the night where things progressed further than they had before. Tristan deepened the kiss, keeping one hand where it was, sliding the other over to the small of her back. He moved the pair of them out of the way, to the edge of the pool. He pulled away first, a somewhat suggestive smirk dancing on the corners of his lips.

“Okay… mermaid kisses aren’t completely fair. Not when you look this good. Not when you’re wearing… this.”

Still, Tristan leaned in for more. Another kiss. Mermaids won. Whatever. As long as he got to keep kissing her. If things went right for the rest of the evening – maybe he could bring her home. 

Camila eyes him slyly. When Tristan’s hands slowly move up to rest on her thighs she grins, cants her head further to the side.

Any grudge for flinging her into the pool like that was fast-disappearing.

“Okay… mermaid kisses aren’t completely fair. Not when you look this good. Not when you’re wearing… this.” 

She beams, glad he had noticed.

“Well, I don’t wear stuff like this just for my benefit.”

Tristan guides them back over to the pool edge, little ripples rising and spreading in their wake.Camila could feel his palm against her back. See the little smirk spreading across his features. She hadn’t intended for them to end up in the pool like this, but, well.... What were they supposed to do! They’d certainly kissed before, but there was a bit of heat to this interaction.

Tristan kisses her again, and she hums into the kiss, lets a finger skate idly over his shoulder, up the line of his neck. Her hand comes to rest in his hair, playing idly with a blonde strand.

“I kinda wanna stay in here until the fireworks. And if we eventually kicked, out, well. My apartment has a hot-tub.”

[camilasperez]

tristan-sullivan​:

Tristan watched as she went first in limbo, passing beneath the bar with ease. She looked at him, saying that she’d just distract him with mermaid kisses. He stood there, grinning as he stared back – forgetting for a moment that it was his turn! The person behind him politely cleared their throat, and Tristan went – adding in a goofy little dance as he bent back beneath the stick. Only now, Tristan didn’t care so much about limbo. He was more interested in these mermaid kisses.

“I’ve undergone some pretty intense training. I’m immune to mermaid kisses. They do nothing for me. Watch.”

Tristan leaned in, gave her a quick, one-second peck on the lips. 

“See?”

It was a big, fat lie. But Tristan was plotting something rather mischievous at this point. 

“Or maybe… you have to be in the water for it to be a real mermaid kiss, huh?”

Tristan gave her half a second to escape. It wasn’t enough. He swept her up with both arms, laughing like a maniac before he dumped her into the pool. There was a big splash – and an even bigger one whenever Tristan jumped in after her. 

Tristan resurfaced, hair sopping wet as he found Camila in the water. He wrapped both arms around her waist, holding her close to him.

“Don’t be mad… I just wanted to see about that mermaid kiss.”

Tristan follows behind, and Camila shakes her head skeptically, frowning even more when he claims the kiss he gave her did nothing.

‘Or maybe… you have to be in the water for it to be a real mermaid kiss, huh?’

That should have set off alarm bells!

What happened next was too quick to process. One minute Camila was standing there, eyes fixed on Tristan, the next he had scooped her up, tossed her into the pool like she was a sack of potatoes.

She crashes into the water, kicks her way up the surface sputtering. It was cold. Not too cold, though— just crisp enough to be refreshing. Camila spins around in the water in search of Tristan, ponytail plastered to the back of  her neck. If he wasn’t in the water already, she was about to yank him in! Too late, however. He’d already saved her the trouble. Her sarong was now completely soaked, as were her heels and makeup, but Camila could never be truly mad at him. He’d just wanted an authentic kiss.

She paddles over to him, a small grin fixed at the corner of her mouth.

‘Don’t be mad… I just wanted to see about that mermaid kiss.’

Tristan’s arm moved to wrap around her waist.

“You’re lucky I like you so much. Usually the penalty for that is death.”

As if in show of her benevolent pardon, she snakes an arm around his neck, wraps both legs around his waist before administering a kiss. A proper mermaid kiss.

[camilasperez]

sofixcostello​:

“Cami, I’m sorry,” Sofia said, reaching out a comforting hand to rest on the woman’s shoulder. “Luca’s always going to be jealous of anyone who at any point was into his wife,” she added, hoping to lessen the blow. “I don’t think he and Paityn were ever really serious.”

Sofia bit her lip, unsure of how to help in this situation. Luca and Paityn had the advantage of being born into the Costello and Sinclair families; their relationship couldn’t be stopped by anyone. Leon wouldn’t hurt his own brother…an escort and a mechanic, on the other hand, didn’t have the same defense. It wasn’t fair. 

“This could be really bad, Cami…is he worth it?”

Camila keeps her eyes trained on her nails; she studies the tiny teal pattern, the little palm leaves she’d been so excited to request from her technician.

It wasn’t fair.

Tonight was supposed to be fun— it was simple as that. Now there was an unpleasant truth barging its way into her thoughts, threatening to crush the warm feeling that had been building up in her chest that evening.

Sofia sounded understandably worried. It could be bad; she had probably seen firsthand what the consequences could be with matters like this. Her eyes flit back to the other girl.

She needed to find Tristan. She couldn’t just disappear on him with no warning. They needed to ... talk, about this. But not here.

“Uh. I have to go. I think—” 

She gives the girl a watery smile before turning to leave.

“Have a good night, Sofia.”

[camilasperez]

tristan-sullivan​:

Getting in the pool sounded like a great idea. Especially when she looked like that. Tristan was in a good mood, happy, a little tipsy – willing to make himself look like a fool just for her entertainment. They were at the back of the line, slowly moving up, so Tristan took advantage of the down time.

He stood behind her, resting his chin on the top of her head. He was scheming…

“Y’know, even if we can’t get enough people for Marco Polo, we could just play mermaids versus sharks. See who wins.” Tristan paused, didn’t say anything for a minute. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around her stomach, lifted her up, holding her in one arm as he moved them up in line. “Buuuut I think sharks would totally kick ass because they’re stronger!” 

Another stupid excuse to touch her. Could he really be faulted? Things were going well between them! They kissed, held hands, spent time together. Goofing around with her just felt… good. 

Tristan placed her back down on the ground, taking his time as he slowly dragged his hand away. “You might be able to convince me to go easy on you. We’ll see.”

He poked her side. 

There’s a gentle weight— Tristans’ chin comes to settle atop her head, and Camila’s eyes roll skyward, smiling slightly at the sight.

‘Y’know, even if we can’t get enough people for Marco Polo, we could just play mermaids versus sharks. See who wins.’

She considers that. It probably wouldn’t be a fair match— Camila can already see herself getting flung around the pool. Then— in a move that only confirms her suspicions — Tristan hoists her into the air, drags them both closer to the Limbo bar. She can only yell. Flail wildly until she was put down. Her stomach felt warm where his arm had been.

‘You might be able to convince me to go easy on you. We’ll see.’

No convincing needed— she had more obvious tactics at her disposal. If Tristan had his maneuvers, so did she.

“Fine, then. I’ll just be upfront.”

Camila skates underneath the limbo bar, twists back around to stare at Tristan from the other side. Her gaze is shameless. Direct.

“I’m going to distract you with mermaid kisses.”

[camilasperez]

sofixcostello​:

“Tristan’s good with cars. Drove me home when my mustang broke down on the side of the road…but he definitely works for them. He’s been with Paityn Sinclair. Luca’s totally jealous of him,” Sofia said. “He might be a mechanic…but he’s their mechanic.”

“Do you really care about him?” Sofia asked, her voice a whisper. Tristan wasn’t a bad guy, Sofia knew that much. Though, was he worth Camila risking her job–or worse, her life? “I won’t say anything. If you like him…I’ll keep it to myself.”

Camila’s brain is frozen— it kept recycling the same word over and over, bouncing around in her skull with frantic repetition. No. No, no, no. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Tristan knew what she did for a living, but not who she was working for— and that was on purpose. Camila thought it wouldn’t matter. That this aspect of her life ... wouldn’t matter. ( It apparently had been a stupid thought. )

She fidgets with her nails.

“I— when did this happen? Luca’s .... still jealous of him?”

It was a lot to digest; Tristan and Luca, Trista and Paityn. How long had this gone on for? How deep did the animosity go? The affection?

She did care for Tristan— a lot. Sofia’s words give her pause, and she stares at the other girl with furrowed brows, visible disquiet. Did anyone else know about her and Tristan? There’s a spike of worry.

“I. None of that makes sense, y’know. This was like. Normal! Me and a normal guy.”

[camilasperez]

sofixcostello​:

Sofia’s jaw dropped when she realized she was talking about Tristan Sullivan. She was silent as Camila went on about the fake engagement and how he made her smile. She must not’ve known who he worked for. 

“You’re dating Tristan Sullivan?” she asked, sympathy soaking her voice. “He punched Luca in the face…he works for them. The Sinclairs.”

Sofia’s heart dropped; Leon wouldn’t take lightly to this, she was sure.

“I’m sorry…”

The warm, fizzy bloom of excitement in Camila’s chest evaporates, replaced by confusion. None of that made sense. The entire string of words that came from Sofia’s mouth did not make an ounce of sense. Her brows furrow in visible confusion. Punching Luca in the face? That was his name, but— there had to be a mix up.

Tristan didn’t work for the Sinclairs; he wasn’t in this world to begin with.

Her voice trails off.

“Tristan is a mechanic ... he works at his dad’s garage.”

[camilasperez]

sofixcostello​:

Sofia perked up when she heard Camila say she had a date to the party. Considering her line of work, she probably didn’t get the opportunity often. 

“Oh, my god. Spill all the details. Where is he?” she asked, looking around for hot dudes she could be going out with. “Is he hot? Nice? Funny? Rich? I wanna know everything.”

Camila twists around, cranes her neck in search of Tristan. She waves a vague hand in the direction she last saw him.

“Super tall. Blonde. Washboard abs.”

A beat. Camila takes pleasure in straightening herself, delivering more details. Hot, nice, funny — indeed.

“He made up a fake engagement story at Sapphire once to get me away from this weird dude— like, went out of his way to drive over and help. Our names were Ronnie and Dee.”

A snort. Her nails tap conspiratorially against her class.

“He really makes me smile.”

[camilasperez]

tristan-sullivan​:

“Limber?”

Tristan quirked a brow. He was athletic, in great shape, but he knew he definitely wouldn’t stand a chance at limbo. Still, he knew how to have a good time. And he’d take this seriously, like he did with anything else that didn’t require an ounce of seriousness. He nudged Cami with his shoulder before he started bouncing from foot to foot, fists up, jabbing into the air like he was fucking Rocky Balboa. He couldn’t even blame that on the alcohol – this is just how Tristan behaved.

He reached for Camila’s hand. Tristan gave her a twirl, indulged in the view for a brief moment, before he danced towards the stick. He ducked his head back, gave a ridiculous shimmy as he made it through the first level with ease. He laughed at how ridiculous he must’ve looked.

“Alright, I can kick ass at this. I think.”

Tristan threw himself into the limbo competition with style: he punched the air, hopped around like he was about to enter a boxing ring. Camila follows suit, hyping him up, until he reaches for her hand, turns her in a spin. She giggles. He could twirl her all he wanted; the more he looked the better.

Despite his height, it was a smooth first round. ( He’d even added a shimmy for flair ). Tristan had been right, before: Camila essentially walked her way under the limbo stick. The bar resets, and the line re-forms. It was about to get harder.

“Y’know, after this, we should get in the pool.”

The water was sparkling— crisp, crystalline, the surface broken with a handful of decorative beach balls and floats. Camila eyes the giant flamingo, the slate-grey sharking jumping into the corner.

“I wonder if we could get enough people for Marco Polo.”