[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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[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."

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"It is." She admits this, and tugs at his arms. "It's a conspiracy against having to tell Säde and Avery and Ashley that you died of alcohol poisoning on a Greek Island."

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"M'not gonna die." He sways a little, pulls away from Sophie to better protect his drink. "Bad things don't happen to good-lookin' people."

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"There's a song I'm thinking of..." Just give her a second while she gets water. "Oh, right. Only the beautiful die young."

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"Lies." He pouts at her. "Filthy, not true, lies."

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"Mmhmm," Zoe says, and hands him water. It's just to make sure you don't turn into a pickle, Adrien. "But do you want to risk the possibility it's true?"

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He's at the point where he assumes the new drink is actually alcohol. Only after gulping it down does he realize- "Hey! That was-- that thing'n- water. You lied t'me."

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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Suffocating. [She tugs ineffectually on his hand, all training deserting her in her alcohol-fogged brain. At least he probably won't remember this tomorrow. Dear lord. Don't let him remember. Why is he still there? Hugging? Wait--]</small. Dancing. I'm going dancing. Let me go.

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Dancing? ((Gasp. And now excitement.)) Can I too? Pleeeeease. Pretty please. Pinky promise please?

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I--[Anything if he lets go of her.] There was a room when we came in--other side of the bar--remember? [The place where the bone-shuddering bass reverb is coming from?] If you want....

[And he'd be distracted by a new shiny in no time and she could escape. A broad smile lifts Sophie's lips. Perfect.]

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'nd I'll dance with you, Miss Sophie something something something Berthier. You, you, you. No one else. ((Good luck, Sophie. He's humming happily into your hair again, arms tight around you.))

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[Oh, lord. She's created a monster. Honestly. How does she get herself into these situations? Sophie opens her mouth to protest, but starts laughing instead.]

Don't make me play the name game, EPA Fitzgerald. [She rests her hands over his.] You need to let go if we're going to dance.

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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?

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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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No one's surprised he's winning anyway, are they?

[She sighs as she puts away the phone. She'd promised not to think about it but...god, what a mess.]

Hmm? Oh. [She holds up her left hand - with the small diamond that she was pretending was an engagement ring - and the attention focuses on Sophie.] They think we're cute.

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Noooooooo. We can't let him win! Where's your--your--sense of notlettingwinness? Zoe's last statement clicks, and Sophie darts a look over her shoulder.

You. It's the red hair. Always the hair. Something's bothering you. [Zoe normally puts her phone away when she's with friends.]

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Competitiveness. And it's not just me, or they'd have turned and looked at those three blondes that all somehow remind me of your sister Lotty. [Which was probably a little sharper than necessary.] Some men like red hair.

It's...nothing much. [Just impending doom she was going to have to own up to.] An impulse decision I made a while ago is just paying off.

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[Sophie peers over at the three blondes and starts to giggle.] Goodness! Right down to the hair and the lowcut--[She holds her hands up in front of her chest.]

[She spent years paying attention to Gerhardt's tone so she'd know which way to jump. Something's not adding up right here, but she's too befuddled to think it through. All she knows is she's going to make sure Zoe talks to her by tomorrow.]

You don't look like it's nothing much. [She shakes her head. It's supposed to be a vacation. People aren't supposed to worry on those, right? So she reaches down and gives Zoe's wrist a tug.] Come on. Let's do something fun.

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It's uncanny, isn't it? I feel like I'm seeing triplicate. [She shrugs her shoulders and then blinks as Sophie grabs her wrist.]

...Sure. Like what?

[Bowling clearly wasn't keeping her from worrying, obviously.]

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That would make a whole...six...brain cells. [Sophie's not sure where she's going. She only knows she needs to get Zoe into the spirit of things.] Not sure. Something in a million years we'd never do. Um...is it too late for the beach? I've never been to a beach before. It's amazing! We can, um, build sand castles or be pirates or, um, look for turtles. You decide.