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Kasia’s jaw tensed through the phone call, hand clenched into a fist as she tried to not snap back at the voice on the other side. Of course they would call her as she was enjoying a few drinks with company. Of course they’d call and disturb when she forgot to put the phone on silent. So once she managed to excuse herself from the call, she turned back to her company, picking up her glass of wine once more, before joining them on the couch. “You know, I’ll never recommending working in the family company. They’ll never leave you alone.” She said, sounding more tired than she’d done five minutes earlier. “Who even said vacation days are vacation days when there’s phones in existence?” 

There were times when Ethan couldn’t find much solace unless it was in the bottom of a glass.  No matter how much he consciously lived his life without restraints and the memories those would bring howling back, he couldn’t escape his past completely.  A certain glance between couples.  The kind of touch that only came with intimacy.  Little signs like that could set him off and when they did he was usually first found at the bar.  This was definitely one of those times, and he stared at the empty glass just unburdened by the amount of whiskey it had held a moment ago. “I remember that sip too much,” he decided, tasting it on his lips. “That means I need another.”  He whistled to himself as he poured another glass before noticing the shadow of someone sitting down next to him. “Care to join me in a glass?”

          ever since he started travel vlogging, calvin had become a far more patient man than what he used to be. there was no other way for this lifestyle to work, not when he had to waste hours upon hours waiting at airports and doing one check-in after the other in between. so when his patience ran out regarding the abscence of a bartender, that said something. “screw it. we’re goin’ self-service tonight.” both palms pressed firmly on the countertop, strong arms lifting him up and allowing him to jump inside the bar right away ( his past as an athlete showed in how he made maneurs like this seem effortless; easy. ). “so — what’s your poison?” the man glanced around then, looking for any drink brands he recognized. “keep in mind i can only pour whiskey, gin tonic and vodka with some sour juice.” the fact he needed a bartender certificate also showed in the clueness in his emerald eyes. thank goodness he only liked whiskey. // @delightfulstarters​

According to some, the sight of Katherine, or Kitty as most knew her as, being fully dressed in black leggings, a simple white tank top would be a shock. After all, she was so often found either messing around with Charlotte all evening long, or disappearing with some handsome, or pretty face to get a little one on one attention. But this time, she was sat on a chair outside, enjoying a bowl of soft serve and fruits that the kitchen had fixed up, just enjoying the air with her company for the time being. “You know, I’m actually considering to see if I could get ordered a new set of kitty cat ears?” She suddenly blurted out, changing the topic they’d been on before completely. “I mean, I already have a pretty white tail, but my ears are more silver than white, and I just think I’d look even cuter with full-white fur? Like just imagine?”

The delicious ache in Wyatt’s muscles had nothing to do with the jog he’d just taken along the warm, sandy beaches of the island as the sun was setting against the horizon.  It was due far more to the pleasurable time he’d spent earlier in the day with a young European socialite who had picked up an impressive array of English curse words before they finished.  Exercise afterwards was one of his many habits, and he enjoyed the kiss of the cooling air against his bare chest, arms, and legs, dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and happily panting as he slowed to a walk as the hotel cabins loomed large again.  Grinning from ear to ear, he winked at a figure approaching from the other direction. “It’s a damn fine night to be outdoors.  I don’t feel quite like going back in yet.  Not when there’s so much out here to take the breath away.”

Taking his time to just relax and not worry about the deadlines for the upcoming book, Roman had been wandering around at the only part of the resort that really could be called the hotel. After all, it was where most of the facilities were, even if they all lived out in their own cabins. He’d ended up stumbling over the pool though, and stopped by the window, watching the figure swimming for a while, before going inside of the massive room, walking along the heated pool until he saw them peak their head up once more. “Training for the olympics?” He teased, smiling as he usually did. “It’s a shame you’re not out by the beach today with the weather so great.”

The joy of being at parties where they just walked around serving alcohol, she didn’t need to convince others to buy her drinks. Instead she could just take a drink off of the plate, before continuing to dance around. So with a happy buzz, making her hips sway even more as she wandered around in the white pumps, and the little bell around her throat chiming along with it, she was in heaven. Or Paradise. Whichever one preferred to say. It was first when she felt her feet getting tired, and body needing a little break, that she more or less dropped herself down on someone’s lap, her arms easily moving around their shoulders, and her face nuzzling in against their throat. “You looked warm and soft.” She murmured, just happily rubbing her nose against them. “You don’t mind a little kitty on your lap, do you?”

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