[OTA] Meanwhile, On a Greek Island

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I get the feeling the general theory is that alcohol improves bowling scores.

[Yes, Saturday night in Santorini is being spent at a rooftop bowling alley. There are warm breezes, stars, flowing alcohol, and five twentysomethings armed with bowling balls. There's no way this could go badly. Threadjacking is encouraged, as is taking the above sentence as a text message. She's glued to her phone anyway.]

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She makes for a curious sight: she wears a pretty but inexpensive blue cotton dress with straps, bright wooden bangles, and a pair of sandals. However, Sandy sports a white scarf about her collarbone and shoulders and her her black eyes look like a racoon's mask and her nose is swollen. Frankie decided she should be fine for the vacation but after work on Tuesday, she needed to check in again.

Sandy peers over to see what Zoe is texting about as she waits for the next turn for her to bowl. "But I think it's automatic. And who are you texting? Someone that can tell people who can tell other people I'm close to booze?"

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Zoe's text message at the moment is really a series of creative names for Jordan Novak. It's for Blythe. If she'd thought, she would have invited Blythe, too, but she's not sure she would have gone. "Nah, I don't think Blythe is going to say a word to your proximity to alcohol. Especially since you're not actually drinking any."

She pauses. "Do you think Adrien will really make Cadogan waltz with him if he wins?"

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"Yeah, but who is seriously going to believe me?" She takes a sip of the virgin pina colada. Though Zoe's drinks haven't exactly been virgin. But that's okay, Zoe does not have problems with booze right now. "That's good, though. She doing better? I hadn't spoken to her since she got back from New York... a while back." Oh, she's a bad person.

"No. Of course not. He'll drag Cadogan to the nearest discotheque and bump and grind." Another sip, batting of the eye lashes. Which slightly hurt. She might have to take some more medicine soon.

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Zoe's had three drinks. Which is more than usual, more than both Sandy and and Sophie, and considerably less than Adrien. She gets the feeling that Cadogan could drink most of a bottle of anything he liked without losing the Welsh stoicism. "She's...having a tough time. We talked about it a couple days before she left. Then I taught her darts, because throwing things always helps with a tough time." She can't talk about Jordan, she can't talk about Blythe's parents. "She feels like no one takes her seriously. Especially Monty."

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Such tipsy draping himself over Zoe will happen now. "Zooooooe. You're bein' boooooring," he slurs into her ear, slipping his arms out her waist. "How many drinks have you had?"

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Not nearly as many as Adrien. Either that or she had a higher alcohol tolerance...which was sort of a sobering thought. And probably untrue. She'd only had three drinks.

And a half. The phone gets dropped in her purse. "Three mai tais," she says, and raises an eyebrow as Cadogan bowls with fierce concentration. "Please tell me you didn't get ouzo."

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He laughs briefly, loudly, pressing his cheek against her temple affectionately. "Dunno what They didn't stop, Zoe. Greek kids're fabulous. Love 'em." He turns to wink at a couple of girls, who immediately fluster and begin whispering between themselves.

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"You hangover's going to be epic," Zoe tells him, but she looks amused when he wraps himself around her like a boa, and she glances over at the giggling girls. "How many hearts are going to be busted by Monday night, do you think? Twenty?" For herself, she'd realized before the first drink was finished that it might be...wise to switch her right-hand diamond ring to her left for the night.

/threadjack

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"Adrien."

It's a stern voice from the midget of the night.

"Adrien, you're being snuggly."

That's Sandyese for 'you are shit faced, darling boy'.

/the best threadjack

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"I'm always snuggly, darling." His French accent is starting to shine through as he transfers the draping from Zoe to Sandy. "'Specially pretty girls."

/best thread jacker, ever

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"Aww, you say that to all the girls when you sample drinks from another country." She reaches up and behind to pat his cheek. "Though snugly isn't awful. You having fun despite me nagging at you?"

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[Sophie definitely is not wobbling as she threads her way back to Zoe and picks up her--someone's--drink. She's simply not used to walking in...flats, erm, bowling shoes. That's it. Her unsteadiness has nothing to do with her determination to forget someone neglected to mention she'd be spending three days with Adrien.]

Who're you talking to?

THREADJACK OF LOVE

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Sooooooophie. ((Did you mention his name? Ouzo gives him magical powers of telepathy, okay. Hugging her from behind is a go.)) I like your hair.

/CONTINUES THE LOVE

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Aaaaaaadrien. [Have a stern look from a girl five years younger and miles less drunk.] Do we have to cut you off?

/YEAHHH MAN

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"Nooo." He gives her a mournful look, pulling his latest glass close to his body. "S'a conspiracy with you'nd Cadogan."

EEP!

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[Sophie stumbles forward then back as she's pinned from behind. He has her arms. Her Arms! And Ohmygod.leggoleggoLEGGO! leaning if she kicks they'll both go down and so, so much worse. And then she notices a hand where it ought not to be.]

Adrien. That is not my arm.

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Cloooose enough. ((But he shifts a little obligingly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.)) Ho-o-ow are... you?

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Oh, just one of my finance contacts.

[To see if there was any way to scapegoat someone else for this Athena thing. And there was, she could pretty easily dump it in someone else's lap.

But then they'd be in trouble for it. She just...might have to own up, which was a thought that requires another drink.]

Having fun, despite Adrien?

[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

I'm drinking to forget Adrien. You shouldnbe--shouldn't be working. Cadogan's creaming us and he says he's never played.

[She lowers her voice and leans closer.] Why are those men staring at us? Did I break some cultural table--taboo?

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Lower chance of gutterballs, or generally better aiming?

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

Neither. It's a terrible, horrible theory. Adrien's doing pretty well by charming locals into 'helping' though.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

I just bet. How's his count so far? Guessing at least seven, either gender.

/backtagging?

[needsnomirror.livejournal.com]

Can't see how that'd work.

/yaaaay backtagging

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

It's not going so well, to be honest. Nooot well at all.

\o/

[needsnomirror.livejournal.com]

I can imagine. At least it should be amusing to watch?