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Bela Talbot Winchester (ltldropofpoison) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-11 19:29:00

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antigone grace, bela talbot

WHO: Bela & Anne
WHAT: Vacation
WHERE: Portkey to the tropics.
WHEN: During Reika's rampage.

Bela didn't have many summery sorts of clothes, but she managed an acceptable outfit. She didn't want to be weighted down, so she simply walked to the portkey with no luggage. She would stumble back to her flat if she needed clothes. Right now she needed to be free and easy and without thought.

She looked around for Anne, not sure whether they were meeting at the portkey or at the bar in Tahiti. She had her entire last pay cheque in her handbag, and she'd likely make more money during the course of the evening. Such an amount ought to get her sufficiently soused. It wasn't even that she wanted to get drunk, per se - she wanted to not think about anything. It was the quickest method.

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antigone_grace
2008-06-11 11:44 pm UTC (link)

Anne hadn't packed either. There was no need. She changed her clothes with a thought when the time came. She also hadn't left much of a note with Sam. Not because she was being overly secretive, but because it simply didn't dawn on her. Just a slip of paper that said, "Back Later! ♥ Anne"

Portkey? Bela had said something about this portkey and when Anne appeared next to it, she gave it a look over. "What exactly are we supposed to do with this?"

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ltldropofpoison
2008-06-11 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Bela remembered how Alice had showed her how to use them. "Just touch it." She guessed this was the correct one, but they would find out, she supposed. "Touch it and hold on. You get a bit wonky and then it evens out."

She did so, holding on and feeling the familiar hook around her middle, then the world went strange and then it righted itself again. Palm trees, white sand and what looked like a hotel party. Wonderful.

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antigone_grace
2008-06-11 11:57 pm UTC (link)

Watching Bela just disappear like that wasn't what Anne called a fun experience. In fact, it kind of freaked her out. Bela wasn't supposed to just... GO.

Anne blinked a few times and then followed her the only way she knew how (which was not by portkey). She sensed, found, and appeared in a bit of sparkly blue light. "Better," she commented and looked around the beach and hotel. "Is this where you want to stay then?" And then brightly, "We can do this."

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	ltldropofpoison 2008-06-12 12:03 am UTC (link)
	Bela raised an eyebrow at Anne's reappearance. That hadn't been by portkey. "More divine powers?" she asked casually. It was bizarre to realise how normal questions like that were getting. She looked around, eyeing the crowd of distracted people, the sun and the sand. "It suits me." Still, something in Anne's tone didn't ring true. "Are you quite all right?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	antigone_grace 2008-06-12 12:18 am UTC (link)
	"I have a house-" But rather than go there, Anne would rather be here. Memories. "This is better. The servants here are better, except they're paid." Feeling kind of saucy, she snapped her fingers and 'lo! Purse. "Much better. This trip is on me." A pause. "Except drinks. Which you can con from men." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-06-12 01:14 am UTC (link)
	Bela chuckled. "That was how I used to get one night stands, you know." Maybe it was telling too much, but oh, well. "Lift a wallet, take their cash and then 'return' it. And offer to buy them a drink with their own cash." Ah, memories. Though she wasn't in the mood for a shag tonight. No, definitely not. A little flirting wouldn't hurt, though. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

antigone_grace
2008-06-12 02:33 am UTC (link)

"That would be one way to do it," Anne agreed with a smile. Maybe she'd just sit back and watch Bela in action. After all, they were new friends. It would be interesting to see what kinds of aces the woman had up her sleeve. "You ready or... how about something different?"

A small turn of her hips and Anne's own clothing was suddenly stylish and fitting for the evening. She pondered Bela and snapped her fingers, turning her clothes into something fashionable and low-cut. "There. You're stunning."

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	ltldropofpoison 2008-06-12 02:46 am UTC (link)
	Bela blinked, looking down at herself - skirt, shoes, cleavage - and laughed. "It's brilliant ... thank you." Dean would have been ogling her cleavage for the entire night. She stopped herself, shaking her head resolutely to dispel the thought. "Shall we?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	antigone_grace 2008-06-12 02:59 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, absolutely!" Anne threaded her arm through Bela's and practically skipped up the walk toward the bar. Letting go just before they hit the awning, she slipped the man sitting there a wink and grinned at her friend. "What is it you drink?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-06-12 03:38 am UTC (link)
	"Anything with vodka." The other woman's good humor had to rub off a tiny bit, Bela had to admit. She arranged herself appropriately on a barstool and ordered a vodka-tonic, legs crossing. There were a few good marks nearby - a couple of businessman types on vacation with too much booze and not enough sense. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

antigone_grace
2008-06-13 05:31 am UTC (link)

Anne followed Bela's example and perched herself rather daintily on a stool next to her. Following the other woman's line of sight, she smiled to herself. Looking at men was something, but she had to admit: When Sam wasn't a toddler, he was one of the most amazing looking men she'd ever seen.

Considering the men she'd kept company with previously? That was saying something. "Got your eye on something?"

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ltldropofpoison
2008-06-14 05:22 am UTC (link)

"Not in particular." Really, she just wanted to chat one up. Reassure herself she was still able to. And why not keep her skills in form?

She did catch the eye of a man, older, but still attractive. He looked not unlike a professor of some sort; greying, but distinguished, rather than ancient. He winked at her and she went into her look-down-demurely act, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt he would come over to chat. If she wasn't feeling so completely out of step, she'd have tried to shag him just because.

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