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    (Oi. I'll start, then. :3 )


    Carolyn will be played innn... First person! hAhA
    IC:
    I dug my toes into the sand, carrying a platter of drink with my right arm. The waves crashed endlessly, just down the beach. I smiled to the people who had ordered the drinks, and set them down on the table. I turned away then, and walked bare-foot through the crowded bar, until I reached the serving station, the only part of the bar with an actual floor.

    I turned, smiling at the guy sympathetically. It happened a lot, people dropping their drinks. Every other waiter looked busy, so I walked over.
    "Hey. Sorry about that, what did you have?" I bent down and grabbed the glass, brushing the sand off on my black short shorts.

    I got hit on a lot, mostly drunks, but never that up-front. "Margarita. Alright then." I said nothing about the ass comment, and turned with the glass to get him a new one.

    As I walked back with his drink, I gave him a look. "You aren't drunk already, right?"

    "Okay..." I laughed quietly, setting his drink down in front of him. I messed with my nametag a bit, because it was crooked...

    (I have to go to bed. X3 I'll be back tomorroww...)


    "Um..." This was odd for me. Again, no one had ever been so up-front. I was blushing too, now. Great.

    I bit my lip as I glanced around. People were staring. "You can meet me here after work? If you wanna talk... Or something." Damnit.

    I sipped my drink, with two teeth crunching the salt. "Sure thing, that could happen." I smiled, takeing another sip.

    I glanced at my watch. "I get off in an hour." I told him, glancing over my shoulder. I really needed to get back to the bar...

    I turned on my heel and walked back to the bar. I stood behind the counter and began mixing up drinks, glancing in his direction more than once.

    Yeah. She kept on looking at me. Fine by me. A vibration in my pocket made me pull out my phone. Unknown number. Hanging up..

    I walked around the seating area, giving people their drinks and re-filling glasses as well.

    Another vibration. Same number. Persistant little asshole, huh? Ah well, I answered it this time.
    A deep, slightly growling, accented... French? German? Both? Or Dutch? It was fucking creepy, this voice. It said one word
    "Hear."
    "Hear what, a voice changer? Fuck off."
    The voice rumbling... laughing. The creeped the shit out of me, so I just hung up.