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''I am on it.'' as he handed out other drinks. He than quickly made the drink and placed it on the bar. ''He is the drink.I hope you have an enjoyable day at the beach.'' he smiled and went back to work.

"Thanks! I'll come back to you when I need a refill!" Ahe smiled at him. She left thirty bucks on the counter, tipping him ten dollars before turning off to the spot he recommended. It was hard dodging all the people and their beach balls, but she finally found her semi-desolate spot. "Ahh, this will do!" She said, pulling her towel out of her bag and fanning it out. Once it was down, she lathered up with sun screen and laid down, the hot sun already causing her to begin sweating. "Finally get a break." She muttered to herself, taking a big sip off her drink and closing her eyes.

She hated the beach. Yet, here she was. A groan was heard as the girl simply walked under the nearest shade. This happened to be a beach bar. The girl turned to the bartender and made a small noise. She could go for some sake, really. She doubted that they had it, but she could try.

"A small sake, please." She held her ID out. Her accent was nearly nonexistent, especially compared to her friends, who this bartender wouldn't know. Actually, he might know Dmitri. God she hoped Kassandra had at least found hi- apparently not. She saw the idiot walking towards the brunette who had just been here.

She was sure her red-headed friend was somewhere near the life guard stand. She did like beach boys after all.

Dmitri was fantastic at holding alcohol. He always had a high tolerance level. He eyed the brunette from before. She wasn't here with anyone, which meant she was totally available. He walked right over. Alright, Dmitri. Let's do this.

First, he shot Kassandra a text message that he was here. Then he decided to shut his phone off after giving her coordinates.

He laid down beside her on his towel and stretched. "Hello." His accent was prominent when he spoke. "Who are you?" It was all in a friendly tone. He did like to flirt with the American girls. He looked great, and he knew it. His muscles flexed as he spoke.

Eithne wasn't exactly happy with the weather, sitting on the beach and hunched over her knees unhappily. It was hotter than anything she was used to back in her homeland, even with her outfit consisting entirely of her bathers. She pressed her hand against her forehead to shade her eyes so she could see something that wasn't the glare of the sun. This sucked, she couldn't head back to the flat though because the air conditioner was malfunctioning.

With a sigh, she laid flat on her back and covered her eyes with her arm. She could possibly go for a swim, but she felt too unsure in this new environment. It had been several months since she had moved down sure, but she had rarely ever left the flat in that time outside of school, so she wasn't exactly sure what kind of people came here. Seemingly the answer to that question was teenagers and families. She sighed, she was going to get sunburned just lying here so she stood up and bundled up her towel. With a grumble, she walked off to go find some kind of shade without intruding on someone else's turf.

'Egypt? Damn, and I thought I was out of my element.' He thought to himself, it certainly was a surprise, though now that he thought about it, the girl did seem foreign, in both accent and appearance. As her demeanor worsened, he couldn't help but be that much more obligated to help, he could easily put himself in her shoes, and this was certainly not the kind of situation anyone in a strange new place wanted to find themselves in. "Uh, Nick, Nick Kell, nice to meet you." He replied as he shook her hand.

"Now, let's see, lost your key, and don't remember your room number either..." He thought out loud, putting his hand to his chin in a thinking position. "Well, the first thing I'd suggest is to find the key, we are only on the second floor after all, so assuming you haven't gone anywhere else after getting your key from the front desk it shouldn't be too hard to find, probably on the stairs, in the elevator, or just here on the floor." He paused for a moment to pull out his own key. "Your key should have the room number on it, so finding it will pretty much solve both of your problems." He assured confidently as he put his key back in his pocket. "But on the off chance you can't find it, your best bet would be to go back to the front desk, either someone found it and returned it, or you could ask for a replacement, thought I think you'd have to pay a fee." He said, which seemed to worsen the girl's mood even more.

"Don't worry though, tell you what, I'll even help you look for it, between the two of us we should be able to find it." he offered, hoping it would calm her down.

Mich checked her ID real quick, she did look like she was at least 21. Once he checked he replied. ''We don't have sake, but I can make something close too it.Is that fine with you?'' he addressed Haruki.

Crystie looked over to see who disturbed her peace. It was the boy from the diner! She turned back and closed her eyes, forcing the color in her face to go away. "The name
Is Crystie" she told him, her voice unwavering. She suddenly had the desire to cover up with her towel, which would just make her look like more of a fool. Opening her eyes she glanced back at him. "What's your name?" She asked.

Emilia's face changed to something of interest when the woman spoke, having noticed the accent very quickly. B also shared this expression, the two staring at the girl as if she had just walked out of a space ship. Yeah, they had vacationers often, but not many of them were from outside of the states. Usually foreigners went to landmarks or something the like, so meeting a Russian was a privilege for B and Emilia.

Bodie's embarrassment began to fade and drain out from his face as she introduced herself as Kassandra, shaking Emilia's hand before reaching out to his. His large hand nearly enveloped her as he beamed towards the woman with a flawless white smile. "I'm B- Ah, Bodie, and this is Emilia," he tipped his blonde, shaggy head towards the curly haired brunette standing to his left.

"Christopher Bodie Knoxville," Emilia corrected in matter-of-fact tone, her chin raised towards the blonde, "and I'm Emilia Sanchez, but he likes to be called B, Chris, Bodie... Bo." B immediately responded, releasing Kassandra's hand to lightly punch Emilia's shoulder. From that one could conclude that he wasn't so fond of the name Bo.

"Anyway," he held out the word as he returned his attention back to the read head. "Here for the first time, huh?"

Unlike Eithne, the boy was eager to go in the warm waters. Germany was not a great place to swim, after all. The water was freezing. Unlike his friends, Gilbert still hadn't unpacked or even gone to his dorm room. He had left all of his things in the rental car. He was that eager to get on the beach.

He ran right past the girl that seemed so hesitant to go in the water, haphazardly throwing his towel in the area near her, along with his shirt. It was here that he dove into the water before making a small noise of surprise. Dear God, it was cold.

In the hot sun, it felt good. He came out soon after, his already-silver hair dripping with the salt water. His hair used to be blonde, but like the rest of the males of his family, he lost the color quickly. The rest of his features showed that he was completely healthy. He pushed a pair of sunglasses on before laying on the towel that was so close to the girl.

He absolutely refused to go to the beach. Unfortunately, he had no choice. Dmitri had taken both keys, and now he wouldn't be able to get into the room. The boy put on his bathing suit begrudgingly and walked to the beach. He didn't want to talk to anybody in his group.

Lux grumbled as he settled far far away from anyone he knew. He could really go for a beer, but he wouldn't. He pulled out his book and started to read.

As fun as the beach seemed, Marina was more interested in using her new camera that her parents had given her as a gift to celebrate that she was going to college. After all, she was at the College of Media and Arts, and was going to be studying to be a photographer. The blond haired girl wandered onto the beach with shorts and a bikini top, her brown eyes searching the beach. A brand new and expensive looking camera hung from a strap on her neck, and she seemed to be lost in thought.

Lifting her camera up, she furrowed her brow, her gaze turning to the camera as she turned it on and then lifted it up to her eyes. Peering through her camera sights, she sought a worthy photo subject. Snapping a couple shots of the sky, she then turned, lowering the camera slightly, walking down the beach to find something better to take pictures of.

Eithne moved back, swatting the shirt away from her as it fluttered too close for her comfort. She watched the boy run off into the water, frowning slightly. "Please watch where you're going," She snapped, her Irish accent coming across obnoxiously thick for her. She folded her arms over the other before wading in the water to cool her feet.

She snorted at his squeal, standing in the water and watching him in amusement before occupying herself by looking at the shells in the water. She crouched down and plucked one from the water, rinsing off the sand and studying it. She liked the beach, even if she only visited in the muggy worst kind of weather.

Her tears seemed to slow down as she walked with him around the area. She felt slightly more reassured. She walked with him slowly as she looked around on the floor. It was here where she felt something cool and metallic touch her stomach. Oh God. In her panic of forgetting what room she was in, the girl had probably dropped the key in her shirt, where it had remained in her bra until she accidentally moved it out.

A deep flush of red covered her cheeks as she snatched the keys from her shirt quickly before placing them on a nearby table quietly so it appeared that she had left them there. "Nick! I found my keys!" She then said, hoping she didn't look like too much of an idiot. "I probably put them here when I was fixing the luggage!" Her expression seemed happy now.

"Thank you for helping me!" Amneris smiled, hoping that they could remain friends. He seemed like a nice enough boy. "Maybe we should go get something to eat? It'll be on me." She asked, a few stutters coming out here and there. "I've heard that New York food is amazing!"

"Hmm..." Nick concentrated on finding the Key, his eyes never leaving the floor. He was a pretty thorough person when it came to things like this, he wasn't the best at space management himself, so when he lost something, he made sure to look EVERYWHERE, and even sometimes he still wouldn't find it. However, it didn't take long for the girl to spot the missing key on a near by table.

"Wait seriously, huh, I could've sworn I looked there." He pondered out loud, unaware of the girl's nervous expression. "Hmm... well whatever, the important thing is that you found it." He said, just writing it off as him being inattentive, he should probably work on that. "No need to thank me, I didn't really do anything anyway. I am kind of hungry, but shouldn't you get settled into your room first?"

The Grecian girl looked at the two of them, slowly comprehending each word. Language was not her forte. "I'm from Greece, actually! A group of friends and I came here to study abroad for a year." She hummed, taking a chug of water down her throat.

"They're from all over the place, not just Greece. Or Europe, even." She took off her sunglasses as she continued laughing at the blonde. "You're locals, right?" Kassandra asked, showing that she really was rather talkative. She blinked a few times, it was truly hot here, hot as it was at her home. "Do you know any good places to eat here? I'm starving!" She complained.

The girl stood up, grabbing a very full wallet and throwing her coverup on. It was clear that she was from money, as were most of her friends. "I can easily pay for dinner." She didn't realize that Emilia would now be working.

"Dmitri." He didn't bring up his last name. He was looking around for someone, but he spotted everyone he needed to see. Everyone else was here already, off making new friends. As they should, considering that half of his group wanted to strangle the other half. That was a different story, though.

"You live here?" He asked, those icy eyes staring into hers. His stare was intimidating, but not intentionally so.

Although she was disgruntled, she wouldn't show it. "White wine?" Her tastes were refined, clearly. Haruki looked at the bartender. He didn't seem to be very old, perhaps he also attended school. The girl would not ask, though. Unlike her best friend, Haruki was rather silent, almost to the point where people though she was selectively mute.

"Why do you photograph the ocean? Don't you know that the ocean always changes, and shall never be the same? The photo will never be perfect." The boy approached the girl with the camera. Lux was in a pissy mood, his ex was already talking to the nearest boy. He would insult anyone he felt like needed insulting, which was everybody, at the moment. He was also really hungry, which added to his grumpy demeanor.

He would've said the same thing about the sky, but he felt that he had made his point.

The blond looked up from examining her pictures when she heard someone speak to her. Furrowing her brow at his statement, she responded to him. "Well, what's wrong with documenting what it looked like today at this exact moment? I'm not looking for perfection, just beauty." Marina studied him for a moment, her brown eyes regarding him with an intense and scrutinizing stare. "I think it's beautiful right now in this moment, with the sky, sand and the sun. And since it's beautiful right now in this moment, I'm taking pictures of it." She turned her attention back to her camera, skimming through the pictures she'd taken.