closed starter: @limalatina & @wmu-giselle date: march 23rd, 2024

Giselle hadn't woken up with plans for her final full day in paradise, but she knew she'd wanted to explore a little bit more, maybe snap a few more pictures, and at least try to be sober for half of the day at most. She'd barely ventured too far from the bungalows when she bumped right into her ex, and although slightly awkward at first, they'd agreed that the chance encounter was the perfect time for them to go and thank Mariana for the painting. By the grace of lesbian Jesus, they managed to put all of their drama aside for the time being and the trip to visit Mariana turned out to be enjoyable. All of Mariana's paintings were beautiful, and she'd even ended up purchasing two more to go along with the one Santana had gotten her. She'd found herself attempting to decipher what Santana and Mariana were saying as they spoke, picking up on a few words here and there but not quite piecing together what exactly they were talking about. Giselle made a mental note to ask Santana about it later, though she was positive the Latina wasn't going to tell her or would make something up, but she'd try it anyways.

The rest of the day went just as smoothly, for some odd reason. Since they hadn't spent any time together the entire trip, they had mutually agreed to keep up the momentum. It was a plus for her since Santana could translate everything, so she let the brunette lead the way as they did some sightseeing on Isla Holbox, grabbed lunch, and even did some more shopping before they'd headed back to the hut. Soon after arriving back, Giselle had been instructed to get appropriately dressed for dinner and to grab a sweater, and while she had an abundance of questions, she decided not to fight it as she quickly freshened up and changed into the thin strapped, low cut, little black dress that she'd packed in case of a certain emergency, and this fit the bill. She'd made time to touch up her make up and her hair before she was slipping on a pair of red heels and following Santana out. As usual, she asked a plethora of questions as she was led to whatever her ex had planned, and her jaw dropped once they arrived at a boat, which was apparently where they'd be having dinner for the night.

"After what you said the other day, I wouldn't have expected you to do all this just for me." Giselle stated once they were settled on the boat. After their little run in days ago, she'd spent the time since processing all of her feelings, attempting to get her head and her heart on the same page, and although she felt like she was there, it didn't settle her nerves much. But she couldn't keep putting it off, that much she was aware of, so she figured they should at least try to get...further than they were now. "Before I start drinking, I do want you to know that I did actually listen to everything you said then too. I have been pushing you away, but not because I don't love you or want to be with you. While you were in therapy working on yourself, I spent the past three years detaching from everything about us, and you, because it hurt less that way. Reopening that door scares the hell out of me, and I've been fighting it since I got back to Lima, but I know that's not fair to you. I also know that we're not going to fix all of our issues in one night, but we can start tonight, if you want to."

She'd been at the bar for an hour, going shot for shot with a few tourists from Belgium. They'd just left and she was left to her own devices. Mercedes giggled into the glass in her hand, turning to the person next to her. "I'm gonna be straight up with you, I dunno if I can walk back to my hut, so you wanna just keep drinking with me?"

“Nothing like the sun on your face,” he said, fixing the open button down shirt on his frame. Adjusting the sunglasses onto his face, feet started carrying him across the sand, just wanting to go for a walk.

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I met the loml today nbd.

Puck was in a pretty great mood. The lack of rotting at a desk, staring at a screen for hours on end was doing wonders for his stress levels; as was his fourth beer, which had just been cracked open and set on the table. He swayed in his seat to the Latin music that played over the speakers, which he desperately wished he could understand, highly anticipating the tray of nachos he'd ordered. After some walking around, he'd managed to find a quiet little restaurant along the beach with tables outside so that he could watch the waves. The smell wafting around from inside the restaurant was strong, and it only made him crave his food more. Puck had the tendency to get the drunk munchies. When he finally heard someone approaching the table, he perked up and took a swig of beer, thinking the waiter had finally returned.

Turning in his chair excitedly, Puck noticed the person approaching was definitely not the elderly waiter from before. He pulled his sunglasses down to look at them, a tispy smile playing at his lips. "Damn. I thought you were my food," he joked, feigning disappointment. "But since you're here, I could use a drinking buddy. Or somebody to help me plow through these nachos. You busy?"

airplane thread for @wmuquinnfabray + @wmu-cedes

"There will only be so many times I can slip across a complimentary tip and a dazzling smile before those flight attendants are going to start denying me alcohol, you know." Frannie muttered, sitting back in her seat and turning to both girls with a playful, melodramatic sigh. "Although thank goodness for champagne, right?! How are we feeling, girls? Ready and raring to take on Spring Break?!"

The fresh air was like a saving grace for Cody. He had woken up abruptly. Last night's vodka mixed with Red Bull still stimulating through his veins and, boy, could he feel it. Instead of lying about in his own hungover stench, he decided to throw on his running gear and sweat the hangover out.

After running in a circular route, he stopped in at a small shop to get some water and a banana. Anything that would make him feel better about his unhealthy drinking habits. Exiting the shop, Cody was surprised to see another figure awake at this time as well. It had just turned past 6.45 in the morning so he was fully expecting everyone to still be sleeping.

"Totally not trying to cancel out yesterday's drinking with some cardio -- as if I'm not gonna head back and start drinking again," Cody greeted the other as he twisted the cap of his bottle of water, taking a large swig to battle the dehydration enhanced by last night's alcohol. "What's got you up so early?"