feet stretched in front of her, pale legs dusted with sun and sand -- very much out of place. everyone as far as the eye could see were already sporting tans, and nikolina had finally dragged herself out to the beach to see what all the fuss was about. with a book and a pitcher of pink vodka lemonade, she thought that nothing could possibly go wrong. at one point after her third glass, she had pulled the scarf out of her hair ...and have it slip through her fingers with a particularly will-timed gust of wind. “fuck!” her limbs, slowed by the alcohol in her system and already sweltering in the heat, shook back to life as she climbed slowly up to a sitting position. “hey- sorry- my scarf is right there near your feet. can you make sure it doesn’t go away.... please.” ( @lucianabxlla )
