[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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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.

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"It's never too late for the beach," Zoe says, and looks down at her feet. At least she'd dressed casually tonight, in her white cotton sundress. Her bikini was still on under it. "Sandcastles, maybe? I wish we could go riding, but it's too late to get horse for a beach run." Riding always made her feel better, no matter what.

Maybe tomorrow.