When she'd arrived a few days earlier the place had been a bloody dump. Uncle Anthony had made sure the house couldn't be sold by his Money hungry brother, but that didn't mean he'd ensured it was going to stay clean. She could have sworn there had been six inches of dust on all the surfaces. She'd spent a good three hours just straightening up the place. It was looking much better now. She'd stolen a few of her mother's house elves and they had done a much better job of it than she had. Of course, their knowledge of cleaning spells was much better than hers. She tried to ignore it whenever she could.
Having pretty much lived in her collection of bathing suits since she'd been there, Ria was lounging in a deck chair, sipping her vodka and lime as she waited for someone she wanted to talk to. She was absolutely loving the warmth. There were several people here already, having shown up almost immediately after the game. Of course, most of them were reserve players and she was starting to get annoyed with their staring. Normally, she wouldn't have bothered with the wrap around skirt, but she figured it was probably for the best. Some of these blokes were kinda creepy. Perhaps she should have just said first string. They had been the ones to win. Not the reserves.
Flipping off the one who was bold about the obvious staring, Ria went back to her drink and hoped either Clint or Daphne or Emma would arrive and give her something much more interesting to focus on. If it kept up this way, the Falcons would be looking for some new reserves for the upcoming season.