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“Okay, I’ll bite.” Andris sighed, defeated as he focused his gaze on the person talking.
Gone now was his time, as he lounged lazily in a hammock by the beach. He usually didn’t like it when people prompted to start a conversation with him, more so during his nap time. But then again, maybe this was the break in monotony that he needed.
“What is it?”
“Come on now,” Chase laughed, turning as he grabbed his shirt, setting to throw it on over his head. “If you’re going to stare, at least wipe the drool off your face.”
“--Give me one good reason why I should agree to this?”
Grace had found solace on the beach, toes buried in the cool sand. Her shoes hung from her fingers in one hand, a bucket in the other. Maybe it was stupid to find sea glass, but she loved it. She spotted something in the sand and knelt down to pick it up.
“Hey!” she called to the retreating figure nearby and she held up the object. “I think you dropped this.”
Running in sand wasn’t easy in the slightest, especially with her inability to live up to her name as she struggled to catch up with them.
Eyes flickering open in a daze, a small groan fell from her lips with distain at the sunlight that was peering through the curtains. It had been a long night, that of which Thana could barely remember any of - but was that really a surprise these days? -. She drank tequila like it was water most days as if it could numb her demons into submission enough for a few hours of sleep. It normally took her a couple of minutes to readjust but it was clear by the sound ringing in her ears she wasn’t alone. “God what the fuck happened last night-”
“Ah’m sorry, ye want what from me?” Leroy did not have a reputation of someone who was incredibly generous, or kind, or someone who helped others out without expecting some kind of favour or payment in return. A soft laugh of disbelief left his lips. If they thought he would do anything out of the kindness of his heart, they had the wrong guy.
She’d really thrown herself into the ring that night. Ekaterina had felt the urge to fight, and so she did-- multiple times. Some she had won, some had ended in stalemates and others... well, her head had hit the concrete at least once and she had blacked out for a couple of minutes. Nothing serious, really. The cheers from the crowd in her favour were surprising, but enjoyable. One of the pirates, as she gone to stumble back to the rest of the the buildings had shoved a bottle of rum in her hands as thanks for winning him an extra couple hundred... whatever currency they passed around here.
And now she was on the beach leant against a tree, dazed, bloody, sore... Drunk. She almost thought she gotten away with some solitude, almost had some time to herself just to gaze up at the night sky and pick out the constellations. Ekaterina would have been forever grateful for the time alone-- but of course, a voice sounded out, and the telltale sound of footsteps in the sand getting louder ruined any plans she might have had for some peace and quiet. “Do you mind?” She slurred out, taking another drink from her well-earned bottle, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the alcohol. Oh. Her nose was still bleeding.
Bringing bruised and split knuckles up to try and staunch the flow (which only really resulted in her hand ending up covered in even more blood than before), she mumbled out another sentence, surprising herself with how put-together she sounded. “If you are here to check on me or know what I am doing, I... am fine. I am not breaking any rules and I do not-- not need help.” Of course, that might have just been in her mind... Ekaterina could sound absolutely plastered and out of it and have no idea, especially with the blows she’d taken-- amongst which was a right hook straight to the nose, nearly breaking it, and she was sure she’d felt something move inside her skull when she’d hit the ground. “I want to just... drink.”
“There’s not going to be a ball for valentine’s day I assume. I personally think we should all make those tacky little valentine’s boxes like we did in elementary school and then everyone’s got to give each other a cheesy valentine. I think it’d be an absolute hit and really help with some tensions on the island.”
