all things considered, elizabeth shouldn’t have been on the ibiza trip. with an incidental hospital trip having taken place just the day before—due to alcohol poisoning, of all things—she should’ve stayed the day in the detox unit, followed up by some moderately relaxing time back at calloway. but, really, there wasn’t a shot in hell that was happening. ellie’s choice to not only go through with the original plan of going, but going all out, was apparent as she padded purposefully across the villa’s kitchen. white bikini bottoms and a tied up t-shirt clung to her lissome frame, hair still wet from a shower. she approached the fridge with ease, shifting from the ball of one foot to the other as she opened its doors. a dulled sense of delight—or, perhaps, what she convinced herself should’ve been delight—made her heart palpitate as she spotted a bottle of... well, honestly, she couldn’t read the label. regardless, she took it into her grasp, closed the doors, and set it on the counter. “anyone want to break open a bottle of...” a crease formed between her brows as she squinted at the bottle, “hierbas ibicencas? looks like witch’s brew in a pretty, golden sort of way.” the amber liquid lulled back and forth as she tilted the bottle.















