[ karen has done her best to meet the people she can tell are newer to all of this, like herself, while she's been settling in. it feels a little easier to find people who at least share that with her, though many of her conversations have led her down paths she wasn't really expecting. part of her supposes if this isn't even more realistic for resorts - running into random people, always feeling like every interaction is surface level, but pleasant enough. she's having a pretty decent time, all things considered, but it's all felt vaguely superficial.
still - she's determined to at least pretend like it's just a vacation. like she can just relax, and enjoy the free of it all. and as the days have gone on, it has gotten easier.
she's out by the pool later than some of the other nights, bottle of bourbon in one hand, glass of it in the other. part of her had wondered about going back to her cabin, staring at the sky and letting the warm evening just sort of settle, when something pulls her attention to the pool. a splash, a man climbing out, and-
he's already looking back to her by the time she catches his eyes, and Karen smiles - happy, though also relieved to see a face she recognizes. one who she may or may not have spent the last couple of days trying to decide if she wanted to text. which is silly, given the sheer amount of alcohol she's consumed, but also...
there's no hesitation in waving him over to her hut (it's not really her's, but it's one she's settled in for the day, so it can be if she wants it to be for now). he pulls on his clothes, despite the fact he's still damp from the pool, and Karen also may, or may not, be staring a few moments longer than she really needs to. ]
I could be open to it. [ she says, actively holding the bottle out to him as he makes his way over. ] Haven't seen you around.
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still - she's determined to at least pretend like it's just a vacation. like she can just relax, and enjoy the free of it all. and as the days have gone on, it has gotten easier.
she's out by the pool later than some of the other nights, bottle of bourbon in one hand, glass of it in the other. part of her had wondered about going back to her cabin, staring at the sky and letting the warm evening just sort of settle, when something pulls her attention to the pool. a splash, a man climbing out, and-
he's already looking back to her by the time she catches his eyes, and Karen smiles - happy, though also relieved to see a face she recognizes. one who she may or may not have spent the last couple of days trying to decide if she wanted to text. which is silly, given the sheer amount of alcohol she's consumed, but also...
there's no hesitation in waving him over to her hut (it's not really her's, but it's one she's settled in for the day, so it can be if she wants it to be for now). he pulls on his clothes, despite the fact he's still damp from the pool, and Karen also may, or may not, be staring a few moments longer than she really needs to. ]
I could be open to it. [ she says, actively holding the bottle out to him as he makes his way over. ] Haven't seen you around.