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The theme park was, Georgia had to admit, huge and kind of awe inspiring. Then again, Georgia had never really been to many theme parks in her life time, so she probably wasn't the best person to ask. She'd decided today was going to be another day, a day where she would be good, and since they'd touched down, she'd decided to drop the cigarettes until they got back to bast camp (but she wasn't totally giving up her vices, she'd still snuck her vodka bottles into her suitcase). And so, she felt a little bit empty, her fingers slightly lost, considering they weren't clamped around a lit cigarette, and her lips strangely soft. That, she supposed, was the plus of not smoking, your lips didn't dry out insanely quickly. 

Paris would never ever grate on Georgia's nerves she'd decided. Ever. Compared to both America and Britain, the heat was a nice middle ground, the sun was bright but not blinding, and the booze was cheap but not toxic. There was the downside of the city naturally, but every city had it's seedier side. That was part of the ride with inner city life. Everyone accepted it. But, that said, there was something truly magical about Paris. Georgia wasn't sure what it was (though she was sure it had something to do with the wide array of attractive, nicely accented men wandering around), but she'd locked into Paris as a city, and didn't want to let go. At all. 

She'd spent most of the days however, inside the house. Bar the first day when they'd arrived, and they'd almost been obliged to go out and be a tourist, she'd only gone to the city in the evening, when the museum's and shops were closed and the city began to let down it's hair. That was the sort of Paris she liked, not the stuffy, closed up place that it could be in danger of falling into during the day.

Sitting in the bay window downstairs, with a lit cigarette dangling out of the window, and a book open on her lap, Georgia found herself looking out of the window and onto the city, where she could vaguely see the point of the Eiffel Tower. It was one of those days, where the weather was duller than normal, but it was perfect because there'd be no tourists. The only thing holding her back was her lack of company. She spent plenty of days alone, and in company, but she wasn't really...close with anyone. Not to the point that the program was supporting, and it felt a little odd to shout around, asking who wanted to go out, or even just targeting people in their rooms. They'd most likely turn her down and get a restraining order on the blonde, and that would suck.