[OTA] Meanwhile, On a Greek Island

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

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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[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

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

[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

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.]

[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

'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.))

[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

[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.

[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

Not for me, lady, oh no. I'm just Adrien. Like how Cher's just Cher. ((Thank goodness he doesn't strike a pose. He just clings tighter instead.)) I bet you we could dance together like this.

[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

{Careful with those hands, Ermingild.] Adrien...I don't think we're talking the same kind of dancing. Come on. Dance floor?

[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

((He's being careful, gosh.)) Let's go, honey. ((He'll grab her hand, try to twirl her as he pulls her onto the dance floor behind him.))

[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

[Sophie laughs--what other choice is there? And twirls for him--albeit a bit unsteadily. She's one over her limit.]

You are so going to regret this tomorrow.

[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

No regrets, baby. Vis ta vie. ((He gives her a wide grin.

Yeah, he is going to regret this.))

[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

[That surprises another peal of laughter. Oh, Adrien. How did you know she'd recently come to that decision?]

No regrets. We only have the one.

[So many regrets on the morrow, but for now, just try to keep up with her, Mr. Fitzgerald.]

Should we play out the next morning. Because you know it will be magical (and by that i mean awful).

[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

Oh, he can keep up, no problem. Can she? That's the question. The next hours will pass in a dizzying, heated blur.