The world was blurring, the grainy textures in the table (what wasn't shadowed by her head) melting into an array of fantastic colors--greens and purples and blues. Lots and lots of blues. Her island was coming back into focus, though distant and obscured every two seconds by navy waves. 

As her body became lighter and she lost her sense of balance, Summers was rather suddenly swimming. There wasn't much of current; land was growing closer by the second. The current was pulling her in.

Tiki Bar, Ahoy!

[i]"Ssss--"[/i]

What.

[i]"Ssssstatic." [/i]

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[color=yellow][b]"Snrrrrrkkk--murr?"[/b][/color]

Summers groaned into the table, a silent [color=yellow][i]'fuck off'[/i][/color] muffled by the laminated fiberboard in her face. She batted weakly at Tixhol--missing, she couldn't see what she was doing--she'd get that girl yet. Damn lizard and her damn sharpies....

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Vaguely aware that a conversation was going on around her, she drifted in a dreamy sea of thoughts. Having only eaten bits and pieces of her burger, she was still hungry; she'd like to see if that bar sold anything besides coconut concoctions. This was a dream after all, so maybe she'd be able to imagine herself a pizzeria.

A rapping from elsewhere rattled the shore just as she crawled onto a coast-line boulder, and her island blurred out once more--she had been [i]so close[/i] this time! Feeling a little bit murderous, Summers roused slowly and put a hand on the table to steady herself when she sat up. 

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"Eeeey Mama," She wiped and an eye and yawned, then turned towards the person to blame for her state of consciousness with a withering glare, eyes like a lamprey's mouth.

Charro, all copper and olive tones, had put on the cocky guise of a 1970's, pompadoured John Travolta, and was directing that grin towards her. [i]So[/i], flirt mode. Payback could wait, it's better when they're not expecting it anyways--this was a rare opportunity to play.

She returned with her own lopsided grin, the rows of teeth in her eyes softening into a Babushka doll of yellow and orange hearts, and winked. [color=yellow][b]"Well then, coppa', better get the handcuffs."[/b][/color]