Having never been to Ireland before, Brittany was the most surprised at how the pictures on Google of the beaches really didn’t do them justice. Especially during this time of year, when spring had normally brought cooler, non-beach weather, it’d been a beautiful day for everyone to settle onto the beach to nurse their inevitable hangovers. Which is exactly what the blonde was doing - it always seemed a lot more comfortable to nap away a pounding headache with her back against white sand. This had only worked for a little bit until the commotion further down the beach stirred her from sleep, and Brittany sat up to pull her muscle tee back over her mint green bikini top before kissing her napping fiancee and getting up to wander around.
Just a little bit away from where they’d set up their napping spot, she spotted Janel looking much like what she’d assumed she had just looked like. Running a hand through wavy blonde hair, she approached the other woman with a grin on her face. It’d been a while since she’d seen her, their filming schedules conflicting haphazardly to prevent a hangout. It was trips like this that made it perfect for catching up, since they were forced not to work. “Hey, stranger,” she started, not too soft to not be heard, but also not too loud in the case that the brunette was napping off a hangover as she tried her hand at a bad Irish accent, “top o’ the mornin’ to ya.” @janelmeilanix
