ALEX & SAMARA.
FRIDAY, JANUARY 22ND, 2021 — At the Rockwater Resort - Open Starter
If they were being honest, the blackout had been the perfect opportunity and excuse to sneak out and away from the party for a bit of alone time. Finding a cloakroom in the vast resort wasn’t hard, but now having to sneak out of it was proving to be a little more difficult. Straightening his tie, Alex snaked a hand through his hair to smooth it out, trying to look as normal as possible. Letting Mina sneak out of the room first, Alex held back for about a minute before clearing his throat and stepping outside of the cloakroom.
Like he had thought, there were beams of torches and phone lights bouncing all over the walls and in his haste to move away from the cloakroom and look as unsuspicious as possible, Alex hurried away from the room and walked straight bang into someone. That would teach him for walking before his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. “Oh shit, I am so sorry, I apparently did not eat enough carrots as a kid because I can’t see in the dark. Are you okay?”
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This is her fault. She’d jinxed herself. She was convinced her night couldn’t possibly get any worse. With her nerves hopping around in a jumbled mess of misplaced electricity and the mob of people now swarming the bar, not to mention that stupid mistake she’d made earlier, Samara had been certain this was all the night had to throw at her.
That’s before she crashes into a broad chest. Which would have been fine. Totally fine... If her manager hadn’t sent her across the floor with two drinks in her hands. She gasps, the glasses knocked loose in her hands until there are ice-cold martinis coating her front, shirt and the ends of her hair soaked. “H’oohh...” she gets out first, muscles locking from the icy feeling seeping onto her skin. With a bit of squinting, a bit of nodding, and a deep breath she’s able to compose herself. “Yeah,” she gets out tightly, a frantic sort of laugh jumping loose. “All good— yeah. Carrots, though. Good one. Totally.” After a moment, though, she loses her composure. “Ffffuck, that is cold.”









