#agapistart

the day had already been so overwhelming for her already that maggie didn’t know how much more she could take. it was her first time on a plane, on a thirteen hour flight in economy, and her first time in a foreign country and this far away from home. when she originally applied for the show she never dreamed she’d actually get cast but here she was. on a beach in mykonos, greece with complete strangers for the next few months. “i feel like this is all a dream,” the blonde spoke to no one in particular as she kicked the sand with her feet, “a dream i really hope i never wake up from.” her southern drawl sounding particularly prominent among the mix of voices on the beach.

the worst part about being at the beach at night was--well. the fact that it was night. now, mateo enjoyed a good bonfire as much as the next guy, but his problem was that they only provided so much light. it didn’t help he was naturally clumsy, of course, and it being dark only made it ten times worse. as he walked from the bonfire back towards the bar, his eyes focused on the lit area ahead of him, he didn’t notice the person walking past him. he also didn’t notice the flip-flop someone had left in the sand; he stumbled, managing to catch himself before he could fall. what he didn’t manage to do, though, was not spill his drink on the person. “oh my god, i’m so sorry,” he apologized immediately, a nervous smile stretching across his face, “...if it helps, it’s only water?” 

it was safe to say harper was taking full advantage of the open bar and scenic backdrop as she perused the bonfire and all it had to offer. it wasn’t that much different at home in la with the beaches and lavish parties she was almost always at despite her current reputation as a ‘britney meltdown waiting to happen’. “i love how my manager made this sound like a punishment to me when really this is all i could ever ask for. limitless drinks, hot people and a beach. i think i’m set for life. what about you?” the brunette questioned the nearest person to her.

“okay okay, while i absolutely love mixed drinks,” destiny started from where she stood at the bar, turning to the person beside her with an excited grin, “i feel like tonight deserves something a little bit more, oh i don’t know, naughty.” a laugh left her mouth at her own phrasing, but she rolled with it anyways, holding up two shots of tequila she had acquired from the bartender, “take a shot with me?” she offered, “it’s only the best tequila this beach has to offer, so, saying no would only be punishment to yourself.”