she doesn’t think she’s been making the most of her vacation. or, at least, it doesn’t feel that way. she’s used to spending each night drinking far too much, dabbling in the world of drugs, and doing things that would be potentially considered unethical in new york. maybe they’re all getting older, maybe most of their friends are settling down and growing up, but it feels like ophelia’s stuck. thankfully, after some convincing, lido had agreed to go to the club with the girl. she’d promised him that she’d help find someone for him to take back to the villa for the night, and as they sat at the bar, she was attempting to make good on that promise. ‘ what about ... hm, what about that one ? ’ she questions, nodding towards a girl on the dance floor, wiggling her hips to the song with her friends. she wasn’t sure what lido’s type was, but she figured a brunette with long legs would do. ‘ and if you say no, i swear to god ... i’m making you do another shot of tequila, and we’re going to find someone with the good shit. because clearly you’re far too sober for any fun. ’ @lidcs
