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Frantically making her way through the gigantic five star suite, Diamond eventually picked her room. It was a luscious set up, the woman immediately plopping into the king sized bed. “I needed this.” She whispered to herself before screeching for Siobhan to join her. “BHANNIE— get in here!”

She was about to light a cigarette when Diamond’s voice caught her attention. “Hold on!” She shouted, her eyes taking everything in as she made her way through the endless halls. It took her a while to find her friend, but when she did, she knew she’d taken the best room. “Wow,” She mused, throwing herself on the bed, next to Diamond. “Oh my God, these sheets.. they’re so soft.” Her skin felt nice against the surely expensive sheets. “I wonder how long it’ll take before you ruin them..”

“So shameless. Any good vacation has a good balance of both.”

“I guess I learned from the best.” She shrugged. “I’m surprised you’re still around? I figured you’d disappear two minutes into this trip.”

“Who else is ready to blow their trust fund?”

“Yes, I’ll be blowing my trust fund, among other things.”

“Okay everyone.” Diamond took off her shades an gave a cocky smile. “I know these suited have a lot of rooms, but I call the one with the best bed and the best bathroom. Don’t fight me on this.” And with that she walked in to inspect the place, happy the group had finally made it to their spur of the moment vacation spot.

Siobhan’s eyes followed Diamond as she made her way through the suite. Knowing there was no stopping her, she decided to go out into the large balcony instead. “Oh, Monte Carlo, how I’ve missed you.” She sighed, her eyes taking in the spectacular view. “We’re here, bitches!”

“It’s kind of a vicious cycle,” Mariana laughed, “All the couples come here because they think it’s romantic, and then it gets known as being a romantic place because all the couples come here.” She leaned back in her seat and took a sip of her coffee. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just a romantic and you’re just a cynic,” she teased.

“Okay, you’ve lost me,” she laughed, shaking her head. Siobhan was amused by Mariana’s way of explaining it, and a small part of her actually thought it made sense. “Correction,” she spoke, pointing her index finger at Mariana. “I’m a realist. I’m pretty sure you have better luck finding love in New York, than in Paris.”

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“I wish people would stop depicting Paris as this romantic miracle place,” she sighed, contemplating the Eiffel Tower from the comfort of her chair. Siobhan couldn’t deny its beauty, but still, she couldn’t comprehend people’s fascination with it. “Maybe it’s because I’ve been living here way too long, but I see it, and I feel nothing,” she turned her attention to Mariana, grinning smugly.

“Oh, shut up.” Siobhan was annoyed by this entire situation, but she couldn’t help but let a laugh escape her lips. She couldn’t ever stay mad at him longer than a few seconds. His presence actually made her change her mind about the entire night, because now she was sure that the outcome would be nothing less than interesting. 

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Siobhan chuckled at the memory of everything that had gone down in their apartment lately. You’d think they would take better care of it, given how much it was worth, but the girls just didn’t care. “Yes, and you can join in on the fun. It’s been too long since we’ve all been in the same place at once,” she spoke before lighting her cigarette. “Which reminds me, we need to start planning our next vacation.” 

“Drinking. Dancing. Pretty girls and handsome boys,” she said with a small chuckle; there were plenty of those last two everywhere in Paris, it had been one of the first things that Maddie had noticed. “There is? I haven’t seen any but then again, I’m so used to just being invited to parties, never considered the fact that I’d actually have to start searching for them again.” At the other girl’s last words, a sweet smirk played on her lips. “Of course. A girl can only dream that’s how the night end and that it’s not a freak that you end up with.” Maddie extends a hand out to the other girl. “I’m Madeline Daniels.”

“Well, you have the whole foreign girl thing going for you and these idiots love that,” she chuckled, taking a look at the locals who frequented the place. “So you’ll be just fine,” Siobhan assured before giving her a handshake. “Siobhan. Nice to meet you,” she introduce herself, intentionally omitting her surname, a habit she’d developed throughout the years. ¨So, where are you from?” she inquired, before speaking again. “Wait-- let me guess, it’s either New York or Los Angeles?”

“да, папа.” Sasha states harshly into the phone. His father had called to ask about his quest to find a wife in Paris, and he was almost ready to explode with anger. “Мне просто нужно больше времени” he says through gritted teeth. “I can practically feel you eavesdropping.” he states,turning towards the person standing behind him. “Do you even know Russian?”

After a long day of sketching and watching Les Vacances de l'amour re-runs, Siobhan decided to step outside for a much needed cigarette. The rays of sunlight glistening upon her golden hair felt amazing, so she decided to turn her five minute smoking break into a walk. She had been minding her own business, per usual, when a particular accent caught her interest. Siobhan’s Russian comprehension was practically non-existent, yet she couldn’t stop listening. Sure, she wasn’t trying to be subtle, but having him suddenly turn around to face her made her jumpy. “Nope,” she smirked. “But I don't need to be an expert to tell you definitely need a drink.”

He’d just barely caught the last of her words as he filed into his seat, not focusing too much on the woman beside him till she’d questioned his behavior. It was his preferred poison, something about the taste suiting his palette, though it could easily have been due to his father’s own preferences. Whiskey was what the older Markus male had had each evening, using the amber liquid to take the edge off once he’d gotten home, a habit Calen had slowly developed. “Long day at the office,” he mustered, though not entirely untrue. He glanced in her direction now, asking in the same tone she had, “what is it you can’t do today?”

Siobhan’s eyebrows moved upwards when he answered. It sounded a little too predictable, but she had to remind herself that she lived in Paris, and long days at the office weren’t something out of the norm. Still, she wondered if there was more to it, but quickly brushed it off when she heard the next set of words that came out of his mouth. “What?” she blurted out, and then remember what she had just muttered without realizing someone was listening. “Oh, it’s nothing. Family business. Wouldn’t want to bore you with the details, especially after your long day at the office,” she chuckled, finishing her watered down whiskey. “What is it that you do?”

Siobhan was no stranger to being late everywhere, or just not showing up at all, and the fact that she was now stuck in a stupid line made her reconsider even showing up on the first place. A few months had passed since she last stepped foot into a proper club. Had she chosen to go to her usual bar, she’d already be comfortably sipping on a drink, probably persuading a stranger to buy her more. If we were going to be honest, the line wasn’t even that long, but her patience couldn’t even handle waiting five minutes.

Jet lag was a bitch, and attending a party that would no doubt go late into the night was not the cure, but she had fared worse. Pouring herself another shot of bourbon, she saw someone approach; whether or not they came for her or the alcohol mattered little. What really mattered was the restlessness settling in her veins, the need to drive it out with more than a little liquid courage and some company. She tilted the bottle of bronze liquid towards the other with an easy smile. “A drink’s much better with company, don’t you think?”

Another day, another party. Siobhan had been forcing herself out of the comfort of her apartment this week in hopes of getting much needed inspiration. All her attempts at painting had turned into an epic mess, and it had been utterly frustrating. Glancing her half-empty glass of whiskey, she realized that was exactly what she needed. And she needed more. Her eyes scanned the room, recognizing a few faces and mentally rolling her eyes at some. A smile formed on her lips when she saw what was on Lorelei’s hand. “Truer words were never spoken,” she strongly agreed. Company was definitely what she needed at the moment.

Reaching out for her second Tom Collins, Maddie took a pensive sip as she gazed over at her companion, as if sizing them up for her next question. Her big green eyes seemed so doe-like a full of innocence that it was almost impossible to see that glint of risk in them. “The real question is, where does a girl go out and party at around here? I’m terribly new around here and honestly don’t want to be holed up in my apartment for the weekend.”

“That depends on what you’re into,” she advised, trying to guess what that would be. If she were to judge by her looks, she wouldn’t even bother giving her any options. “but, you’re in Paris, there’s a party in every corner.” she assured, taking a sip of her martini. “Just step out of that apartment and let yourself go. Hell, you might even end up holed up in another person’s apartment. If you know what I mean.”