[Beaches were not Gotham, or the party city, or even Gatsby. They weren't Vegas, all bright lights and sand and the chi-ching of slot machines that Theo never let her play, or the flashy glitz of brand new club going dresses that he hated her wearing. Beaches were a lot like home, clear water, sand, fish swimming in the sea, and sharks. Beloved sharks.
And in this case, they also meant a brand new friend. Kitane had no idea what Jules looked like, or who she was really waiting for, but waiting she was in the hotel of the lobby. Her suitcase (on wheels, of course) was huge, stuffed full of bathing suits and clothes for when they weren't on the beach, and a couple of sweaters in case it was cold, as she knew it sometimes did when the wind blew in off the water. It was also nearly as big as she was, definitely shorter, but bigger, and if she was lying it on its side, she probably could have curled up inside it with room to fit two pillows and a change of clothes.
The dogs and the cat were not with her, but left at Aubrey's for safekeeping. Stark wouldn't like the heat and Viserion wouldn't like the water (but he would love the fish) and maybe if it was okay, she'd end up bringing the cat whenever she popped through again.
And see Aubrey.
Or not see Aubrey, if he was still drinking. Frowning, black hair streaked with green fell over her face as she glanced at her phone. Nothing. From him. Nothing from anyone. She should contact Mingmei when she got there. That decided, she slid her phone back into the rear pocket of her black, skinny jeans.]