it was the eve of her first week in argentina and she has been drinking or drunk for approximately 40% of the time. nika certainly doesn’t know what that might make her, but as she downed yet another shot of passable vodka she realised she doesn’t quite care. her fingers closed on her phone but suddenly felt it slip out of her hand, clattering upon the bar and down to the floor. nika let out a graceless little grasp as her eyes tried to spot the offending object in between the shoes of the man seated by her. “fucking- ah! sorry sir, my phone seemed to have run away from me... it’s right there between your feet.” surely he would prefer to get it himself rather than have her rummage around in the dark! ( @rcwens )














