survival of the richest.

     “i’m sure she’s delighted to hear that her darling little boy is holding off on illegal alcohol consumption. it’s probably the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up.” donovan rolled his eyes, a small smile firmly on his face. “mimosas are a time honored tradition, and by insulting them you just prove you don’t deserve one. more for me i guess.”

     “i don’t say this very often, but thank god for america. we may be majorly fucked up, but at least i can shower whenever i want.” donovan shook his head as he spoke, disbelief coloring his tone. he paused before lifting his glass and titling it towards her. “a toast. to air conditioning and all you can eat buffets.”

     “you’re right, this probably remind her a lot of her kingdom.” donovan let out a laugh, a little too tipsy to take anything seriously. “karmina, you are my saviour. seriously, what would i be without you??”

     “i’d rather treat myself to a spa day and stare at the outside from a window while i soak in a jetted tub.” donovan laughed at his own joke, taking another small sip from his glass. “but, hey, if you enjoy feeling like your face is melting, have fun.”

     “the food is a very close second in my not so humble opinion, but being cool all the time beats everything.” donovan signaled to the waiter to bring two more glasses, before turning his dazzling smile on carmela. “i’ve seen alligators in the zoo but never wandering around before?? did you see one or??”

     “i guess the beaches are nice too, if i have to pick something else.” he downed the rest of his glass, signalling to the waiter for another without looking away from ezra. “aw, poor thing. you don’t like your glorified soda??” donovan grinned, wide and with just a touch of snark. “i’m sure if you slip the waiter a fifty he’ll bring you one of these.” he waved his empty glass. “you looked old enough to drink no ones gonna question it.”

     “the best part of miami? everywhere is air conditioned.” donovan leaned back in the restuarant chair, a half drunk mimosa in his right hand. “the humidity is still hell on my hair, though. we need to head somewhere that isn’t gonna force me to spend most of my time indoors.”