Beckett Mariner (imarealwildone) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-03-14 02:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 025, edwin, georgie |
Who: Georgie and Edwin
Where: Second floor hot tub
When: At around 12:10pm
Right. That pizza thing? Disaster. Pure, unabashed, complete waste of good food and good drink and a couple of hours when she could be having a good time and not being forced to have a trial-slash-family-meal for a man she had barely even seen. He was so tiny, it was no surprise; there wasn't that much to see after all.
When she had finally deigned to stand up and wobble away from the disaster zone Georgie got an idea on her way up to the second floor. Minutes later she was rushing over to the patio and turning on the hot tub to what was hopefully a high enough temperature that it would be at least lukewarm by the time she got back there.
She then wobbled down the stairs to the billiard room in search of another bottle, and found herself some black vodka. That would do nicely, she did like to paint her lips purple often after all. Upon returning to her room, Georgie verified she was sweating the Kahlua and her head still felt fuzzy, but not as much as before. She also realized that the drumming monkey had, in fact, continued to drum and gotten closer to the bathroom door by virtue of its own vibration.
Minutes later she was stripping naked and putting on the bikini she had snagged from the clothing shop Willow had helped her finally find. Georgie didn't bother with shoes when she picked up the bottle with one hand and then, going over to the bathroom, the relentless drumming monkey with the other. This was going to be problematic. Especially because she had just had a idea that required both hands. Dropping both the bottle and the infernal monkey onto the bed she wandered over to the computer to post a public message on the network and quickly ran back to her bathroom to pee, and then over to her bedroom door, opening it just enough for her and her 'cargo' to leave. She picked her things back up, not bothering with closing the door - what was the point? - and tiptoed over to the patio, where the hot tub was located.
She didn't bother with the cold, setting the monkey down in front of the tub and the bottle at its side as she tested the water with her toes. It wasn't great. But then she had bathed in the actual North Atlantic in January for New Year's, and that had been survivable. Slowly, pretending not to tremble, she entered the hot tub and unscrewed the bottle. As she took a drink, Georgie wondered if she would have any joiners. Moreover, she wondered if she could get a melody going with the beat of the little monkey's infernal drums.