Who: AU!Kate Bishop and OTA! When: Sunday Afternoon Where: One of the many beaches (albeit near the Bungalows) What: Kate is not herself. Oops. Warnings: Language, probably mean and dark things~
Kate despised sand. Letting the grains fall between her fingers, she practically sneered in disgust as it fell back to the ground. Fell back into the rest of the goddamn sand. Tropical escapes and locales were one thing. It tended to include five-star accommodations, private beaches, and other exclusive amenities.
Not a modernized version of Gilligan's Island.
Who had packed her luggage anyway? Who maintained it? Too much purple, feathers, and arrows. Kate wouldn't have put it past her sister to find a way to irritate her like this. Indirect, of course, but it was enough to cause a dangerous level of frustration.
Her shoulder jerked and Kate cast a partial glance over it. "Take another step and I'll blow your pathetic foot off."