As many times s Kal had wandered from the bar at one end of the pier to the movie section all the way at the down the beach, it was a wonder he hadn’t run into Liz sooner. It was easier avoiding each other when there wasn’t an event. It was on his fifth pass that he’d first seen her slumped over the bar with a dazed grin on her face, talking to the bartender about magic in the cup. Seconds later, she was blocked by her German friend and the two had gone of somewhere together. Kal, for his part, had stumbled back to the beach, finding better distraction in slasher films and fizzy pink drinks than in socializing.

Halfway through Fatal Attraction (that poor bunny) Kal needed to take a leak. And, as luck would have it, he found Liz the very moment he made it back to the beach. Face to Face. Eyes wide, he felt a stab of fear Dan must’ve felt every time he saw Alex. Except, he very much doubted that his Lizzie was the bunny boiling type. Or the stalking type...

Pressing his lips into a tight smile, he bowed his head at his sometimes fiancé, and fixed his lips to give her a polite greeting, but one look at her face and Kal’s smile quickly drooped to a frown. “I expected the princess of a former penal colony would hold their liquor better than this,” he chuckled airily. “How drunk are you?”

The event was just as good as over, no more liquor - the food was getting lower and lower, however, for what it was worth - for the two weeks...she felt normal again. However, weird things happened during the event. Two people found out she was bi-sexual, Ada kissed...and slept with a pirate, rumors of a baby blue shark washed onshore - like she said...weird things happened. Though she took the last day before resorting back into the Le Pavillon villas, to sober up. Between the liquor and weed, she shared with Nora, Adalicia felt as if it was going to take days before she actually did sober up. 

She walked the shoreline, being careful of the water never touching her...not even a little. Though when she walked a little bit further down the beach she crossed upon a brunette girl who looked like she needed help. “Hey, do you need help with that?” 

But the island was only so big, and there was only so much avoidance one could manage. He’d just never thought it would’ve been at a food table in the middle of Halloween party. Forcing his thick lips into something that only vaguely resembled a smile, he took his hand back from the candied apple they’d both been reaching for. “I think this might be the most clothes I’ve seen you wear since I’ve been here.” He couldn’t help himself. ( @theaussieprincess )

“You don’t have to tell me that” said Fabien with a shake of his head. He was thinking of how he’d hid his betrothal. “But denial is our way of coping with a situation that might otherwise seem hopeless.” There was nothing more human that wanting to have hope, however small.