MCA #3, Saturday
Alexandra Cabot -- not Alex, because Alex was a boy's name and boys were immature and gross -- couldn't remember why she was here, but it must be for a good reason. And she wasn't about to call her mother and ask, because she wasn't a child. She would remember sooner or later, or everyone would come back from sunbathing or whatever else they were amusing themselves with.
She left a short note on the kitchen table -- odd that they'd rented an apartment suite and not a beach house, especially one so cluttered -- so that no one would worry if they returned before she did. Then she checked her pockets to make sure she had sufficient money, and checked and double-checked the phone to be sure she would know the right number to call in an emergency.
And then Alexandra was going exploring. Perhaps there would be some interesting souvenirs in town, or an arcade of some variety. Though if anyone discovered her in an arcade, she would lie and say she had been asking directions.
(establishy! open if you want to deal with the wee pretentious one)
She left a short note on the kitchen table -- odd that they'd rented an apartment suite and not a beach house, especially one so cluttered -- so that no one would worry if they returned before she did. Then she checked her pockets to make sure she had sufficient money, and checked and double-checked the phone to be sure she would know the right number to call in an emergency.
And then Alexandra was going exploring. Perhaps there would be some interesting souvenirs in town, or an arcade of some variety. Though if anyone discovered her in an arcade, she would lie and say she had been asking directions.
(establishy! open if you want to deal with the wee pretentious one)