Singita Boulders Lodge, Suite 129 [Wednesday morning]

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Olive and Sia's suite, unlike the teenage hedonistic palace it'd played host to last night, was the stuff of housekeeping and motherly nightmares this morning. There were liquor bottles strewn about (some of them fuzzy -- thanks, Cade) and beer bottles and cans alternately stacked neatly in small towers and scattered carelessly

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[craftyladyparts]

Jessica was back on the deck railing with a cup of coffee in her hands and a jaunty tune in her head. And on her lips. Because she was whistling. Mostly to irritate people who may have overdone it last night and didn't have a genetic disposition towards speedy recovery.

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"You're mean," Olive stage-whispered as she wandered over with a bottle of water (they would probably need more of those but whatever, she didn't care as long as she had one. ENJOY TAP WATER, EVERYONE ELSE.) Was it futile to talk in hushed tones? Probably. But enjoy her courtesy while it lasted.

[craftyladyparts]

"I'm not mean, I'm chipper," Jessica argued.

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"Meanly chipper," Olive replied, shaking her head. "Delighting in others' pain."

Not really hers, no, and it was hard for her to be grumpy today anyway. But still.

[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi was collapsed in corner among some pillows, with her head on Toby's tummy, eyes slitted open like someone to whom light was currently anathema. "Whyyyy?" she groaned.

[godgavemecable]

"Because liquor, that's why," Toby muttered. He didn't have much in the way of a hangover himself, having stuck to only a couple beers. But one of the (not really) joys of being a telepath meant if people around him were experiencing something like, say, a headache- he tended to pick up on certain parts of that experience.

[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi mumbled something under her breath, and curled up closer into a little ball. "It was funny at the time," she said, mournful. She opened her eyes again, and muttered, "Sorry. Need... all the ginger ale. Ever."

[godgavemecable]

"I'd settle for an Advil or twelve," Toby admitted.

[suitablyheroic]

Atton had secured a blanket, yanked it over his head, and, oh, fallen asleep on the deck beside the pool.

Mm. Blessed sleep. Even if it was damned warm.

[notconflicted]

Even with a blanket over his head, Sia was pretty sure this was Atton. Which was why she was even putting a bottle of water on the ground next to him, because that's what you got when you were nice.

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"Mghgh," Atton said.

A moment later his hand snaked out to grab the bottle.

Whether the following noise was a muffled 'thank you' or not was up to the listening party.

[notconflicted]

Of course she was going to take that as a 'thank you.' As evidenced by the "You're welcome."

[notconflicted]

Sia hadn't spent the night in the room. She would allow an accidental party in her room without kicking everyone out (with only one threat the whole night!) but princesses did not sleep in a room with several probably-snoring drunk people. It just didn't happen.

So on one hand, she came bearing a couple bottles of water and aspirin. On the other hand, she might have slammed the door a little when she came in, and she was getting right to work letting the sun in.

This was the price you paid, people. This was the price you paid.

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Olive watched Sia's entrance, squinting a little at the sun but otherwise not acting like she'd melt or anything. "Good morning," she said tentatively. "Where'd you sleep?"

Her hopes were dashed when she saw Atton out on the pool deck. Dammit.

[notconflicted]

"Jessica let me take her room when it became clear no one was leaving," Sia said, with a very definite undertone of and they're leaving soon, yes?

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"That was really nice of her," Olive said, immediately annoyed that Jessica was already somehow beating her at being a suck-up today. She'd have to work harder. "You look really refreshed. Very pretty! Definitely the prettiest person in this room."

Not a hard task.

[ultron_junior]

Victor woke up on a bed that was exactly like the one back in his suite, and for a second he wondered if the whole making-out-with-Olive thing had been some crazy dream.

A moment later, he realized there was more girl stuff than Darcy had scattered around, and that he was still in the clothes he'd worn to the party the night before. So, probably not a dream.

He was a touch bleary-eyed when he stumbled into the main part of the suite, but cheerful. In addition to the vast recent improvement in his personal life, he also had managed to drink without adopting any more exotic pets.

"Should I go on a donut run?" he asked the room as a whole.

Did they have donuts in Africa? He'd find out.

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"If you can find donuts in Africa, I think we might all view you as some kind of miracle worker," Olive offered, smiling a little dorkily at him from where she had sunk into a chair.

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"See, now I'm going to have to find them," he told her, with an equally dorky smile. "They have to be able to make them, right? It's just fried dough in circles."

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"You say that now," she said. "It's gonna end up like, a total treasure hunt. Coffee might be easier to find but I'm not entirely sure who here can handle hot liquids by themselves this morning."

She tilted her head, not even caring that her hair was sticking up funny and her mascara was smudged on her cheeks from sleeping in it. Whatever. She doubted he'd suddenly stop liking her. "How're you feeling? Sleep okay?"

Tee hee. Olive was being about as obvious as a mallet to the forehead, per usual, but she at least thought it was subtle. Ish. If you squinted.