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“Is it just me, or does Antisocial never sound like they get any better?” Natasha mused, boredly, as she reached up to withdraw the cigarette from her lips. In all honesty, she kind of quite liked their local band, but the fact that she was here to be able to listen to them and not back in London didn’t settle well with her. Flicking the ash off her cigarette, she looked over at her companion with a raised eyebrow, nodding towards the drink next to them. 

with her chair planted firmly in the sand, nova laid on her stomach under the sun, her bikini top untied to avoid any tanlines. she had decided that she would finally spend the day doing something other than packing and cleaning up her family home or attempting to work from her tiny apartment. it was time nova took a day for herself. while she had grown accustomed to hitting shops in soho or on a yacht among the rich and famous, she still loved nothing more than just being the beach. bathing in the sun, letting the tide lap over her toes, that was bliss. nova was completely relaxed, in her own world, when a shadow blocked her sun and brought her back into reality. lifting her just her head, she spoke. “you’re in my sun, if you’re not bringing me a cocktail or planning on feeding me grapes, i would greatly appreciate if you’d step aside,” a teasing smile graced the brunette’s lips as she peered up over her raybans, letting her sunglasses slide down the bridge of her nose so she could get a clear look at the culprit. 

“TELL ME you’re staring because you’re going to buy me a drink.” Autumn grinned charmingly, clearly already far onto her way of being absolutely drunk. 

In the cafe, Ginny peered her head to see the long ahead of her. She let out an irritated groan and incessantly tapped her foot against the linoleum floor. A hand on her hip and her agenda tucked underneath her arm, she took a deep breath. “Can person at the front please hurry up with the order? Some of us have important meetings to attend,” she called with an obvious edge to her tone. “I am running on 45 minutes of sleep, so nobody should mess with me.”