Re: Hotel -> Lost: Jules & Kitane
When we get there. [She said decisively on the matter of fewer clothes. She was not traipsing around this creepy old hotel in a bikini, not when there were all kinds of weirdos around and who knew what else lurking behind the doors.]
Pina coladas. Yes, lots of these. And sipping drinks out of coconuts. And little umbrellas. And swords, definitely swords, we can have a sword fight at the bar! [Yes, yes, all of this; this was what she wanted. It'd be better if Aubrey was there, but he was too busy being a stick in the mud about going to rehab and probably shouldn't be anywhere near alcohol anyway.
And girl time would be good. Yeah.] I don't know who that is. [About Jimmy Buffett.] I think it depends on the beach. I didn't have them where I came from, but we had the ocean and it was clear, except for when it was raining, and plenty of fish to eat. But no toucans. I want a toucan! [She rattled off just as fast, because finally. Someone that could keep up.] I hope they have toucans, and it's going to be a real beach with waves and sand and drinks in coconuts.
I'm going to have a coconut bra. And a grass skirt! [A little shimmy of her hips like she was a ball in an arcade game, or possibly trying to hula, it was hard to tell which especially as she kept moving while she was doing it. And without letting go of Jules hand or her bag on wheels. There was no time to waste!]
I used to live on a beach. I loved it, but then it was Las Vegas and now it's here and sometimes we, me and Aubrey, we'd go out to West Egg but it's been cold and not warm enough to lay out in the sun. [The next door she opened, releasing her bag long enough to turn the knob before shoving her butt into the wood and pushing it open.] Beach? [She asked without turning around to check.]