* / searchin for my lost shaker of salt

[AVALANCHE BELLATRIX MALFOY]

This whole adventure was even better when a holiday came around. Not like the Americans holidays that came monthly or at least nearly. It was to the Americans, the vacation. And since Hawaii was the warmest place possible. Of course the gaggle of distantly related people, and people alike could have agreed on Mexico. But somehow Hawaii one the battle this year; Avalanche was in heaven, as it was bitter cold in London, here she was living in her bikinis, and cute men surrounding her trying to liquor her up so she would be much easier. Most men didn’t expect the young woman to hold her liquor considerably well, it was after all David, Vance, and all the other males in her life that she was so attuned drinking with. Will was one that she always marveled how he drank, and Richie – though he could get incredibly stupid. No. That wasn’t the alcohol as much as it was him naturally.

But she had gotten up late, trying to piece together the previous night before. The last thing she remembered was doing tequila shots with already shitfaced Vance. And she didn’t wake up in his bed as she assumed that’s where she was but to her displeasure as she woke up in her cousin Jase’s bed. Still in her bikini from the night previous, a green one, and her little shorts. Which obviously indicated nothing transpired the night previous. Which to her pleasure she would have felt a little disgusted telling her cousins, and family, that something happened between her and Jason and she would have been closer on the pureblood inbred list. Which Avalanche tried to avoid the mistake as much as possible though the fact, that Vance was distantly related to her as well; it was of course just by bond, thankfully.

With a quick shower, and her pineapple smelling shampoo and conditioner that helped her risen away any trace of Jase’s cologne on her and the smell of liquor. But after all what was the best cure for a hang over? Keep drinking. But when she placed her wand to her hair, muttering a few words in latin as her hair appeared hair dry, and curly like she had spent hours on it. Poor muggle woman had to deal with the pleasure and torture of doing it with those odd contraptions she had seen a few times. She had walked around in the comfortable and plush white towel. As she slipped on a pink and orange bikini, and with her wand again, as she had the sun tanning lotion she had Elysia make he before the laboratory was transformed into an office. Her personal genius, she thought. But she had the woman it for the often pale skinned Avalanche who wanted to go back to London in the bitterness of it all and be sun-kissed. But with dipping the tip of the wand in the elixir and pressing it to her skin as she muttered the all over enchantment to make it all over her body.

Leaving the confides of the place she was staying in, she had her beach bag full of the most modern fashion magazines from London Paris, and the state side ones that she had collected when she was bored. But reading them would give her the clearest indication of the fashion world state side. But grabbing her large red hibiscus towel that she had stolen from either Richie or Will; she didn’t know but she found it in the closet, and she tossed it in her grasp as she walked out of the room she was in and on to the sunny beach. The beach was obviously a happening place, but she instantly found Will, Richie, and Jase’s stuff in a pile. Since she assumed they were surfing, or were lady chasing. She laid out her towel, smoothing it out against the sand. And then she began to her some commotion behind her and a distance away.

The tiki bar that that gaggle lived at while they were on the beach, the other bars were more of a distance away and currently not open. And c’mon what didn’t sound bad?! But a margarita with extra salt and a few extra shots of tequila in the glass sounded glorious. It would help her with her hang over. Standing up, and walking over there as people were talking, flirting, she swore she saw a couple kissing. She wasn’t considered with that, she wanted booze, and the gal was on holiday. When she ordered, she ordered two because she was wondering her favorite brunette lady had been. But she would be around shortly, she guessed, plus she could put a silent charm on the margarita so it stayed iced and perfect.

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word count:: 795
tag:: elysia & anyone else if the muse strikes!
notes:: though this would be fun!
location:: Hawaii, bby! early afternoon
tunes:: it’s five o’clock somewhere – jimmy buffet & alan jackson
outfit:: beach babe!