David could only let out an audible sigh, he wasn't one to say "I told you so," but the situation he currently found himself in certainly warranted it. He might very well be late for his flight-- [i]their[/i] flight, technically. While he wasn't particularly looking forward to it, the flight to Brazil was a very generous gift, he wouldn't want to inconvenience someone by missing the flight. Eve, David's step-sister, was driving like a maniac, eating a leg of chicken wrapped in waffles, and talking on the phone with their mother-- well, her mother, his [i]step-[/i]mother about the situation. Eve was certainly breaking traffic laws, and perhaps even a few laws of physics, based on the speeds she traveled down the freeway with. Eve had always been able to do impressive things like that without much thought, regardless, the matter at hand was that they both had 1 hour to get to the airport, that seemed to be 30 minutes away.

Eve nearly chocked on her food responding to her mother, her sultry, accented voice sounded over the car radio, "Yes madre, we're like 5 minutes away--"

They most certainly were not 5 minutes away, still, David's downcast eyes flicked over to the dim glow of the car radio clock; 5:55 am. We shall see.

"I will make sure he gets there, madre." At this Eve gave an overly obvious wink to David, he did not reciprocate, "Si, si, si. I'll be at her hostel downstate for about as long as he's gone..." That was a lie. Eve was going with David to Brazil for the "stress-relief" or whatever the company wanted young adults in Brazil for. David was the original heir of the trip, Eve was apparently able to get an extension of his own invitation to her. She isn't telling their mother or father she's going because she should technically be taking classes.

The thing with Eve was, she just didn't care.

"Si, mama-- papa, too!" She had perfected a tone of voice for talking with their parents, she gave a final "Love you!" in a cheerful tone before hanging up the phone. This pleased Eve greatly, as it meant she could return the car radio volume to 'lethal' volumes. 

David glanced back at the clock, 5:57. "Evelyn!" David had to exert his typically reserved voice for her to hear his cry.

She turned down the volume again, and asked with a mouth full of chicken and waffle, "Que?"

"Do you really think it's safe to be going this fast?" The gray of the asphalt blended with the green of the trees as they speed by on the freeway, it was early though, and not many other cars were present.

"Oh suuuuure." She responded playfully, "Por que, Davy? You worried about me?" Eve placed a hand over her heart and exaggerated her surprise as she said this.

"Well, this is kinda just your friend's car..."

"Yes?"

"And neither of us actually have a license..."

"Mmmhmm?" She took another bite of the wafflechicken.

"O-or a permit!"

"Alright....?"

"And this car isn't even insured!" David couldn't understand how she could be so reckless and nonchalant about all of this.

She didn't respond to this, she just looked at him, she did this whenever he might say or ask something she didn't approve of, but might not feel like explaining why. David had already been siting in a reserved manner, but her glare must have made him sink several inches further into the seat of the filthy car. It felt like an eternity-- How could she even do that!? Drive and stare so intently at him? It was always surprising to David exactly how much of free spirit Eve was, it was also one of the only things that reminded him the two weren't 'really' related. "Davy?" 

The sudden vocalization pulled him out of his reverie, had he been sleeping? "Yes?"

"We're here."

Hearing this, his eyes immediately went to the clock; 6:00 AM. No way. He looked over at Eve, who only had her typical smug smile on, "Definitely a new record of some kind..." She moved to the backseat of the filthy car to remove her 'luggage' just two book bags of different designs, knowing Eve they could contain anything from trip necessities to 80 pounds of MDMA. David had a laptop case and an actual suitcase-- so that'd be next. They needed to check in their luggage, and then go to security. Eve marched ahead, listening to some music-- maybe they wouldn't be late? David let out a sigh and followed.
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"[i]I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes, A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight, I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose, I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight?[/i]"

Eve felt herself nudged by her seatmate, apparently she had begun to recite the lyrics of the songs she was listening to, switching from Hardcore Hip Hop to more Chill IDM, she found herself trying to emulate her brother a few rows ahead of her. Sleep was good, it'd do to pass the time. While she briefly considered texting a few of her friends, they were definitely on the plane-- her final verdict, a yawn-- advised against it.

When she awoke, the plane was apparently in Rio. Distantly following David, she traced his steps to see where she should go herself. Her trailing eventually led her to the "Teen-Stress Relief" counter, just her name and passport was enough to get all the information she needed-- the hotel, the key, and room number, [i]2[/i]. Exiting the airport, Eve noticed that, perhaps to get away from her, David opted to walk the several blocks to the hotel.

[i]Maybe he just needs some alone time?[/i]

Eve was able to put that out of her mind for the second, and recalled her knowledge of Portuguese to hail a taxi. Pretty soon she found herself at the impressive looking hotel, sooner still, she found herself in front of the room that would be her new temporary home. Eve entered '[i]dos[/i]' and did three things in a very specific order-- Plug her phone into a charger, turn on Cartoon Network, and finally collapse on the bed. Seizing her phone once more, she sent a mass text to her friends;

'[i]So I thought Brazil was the big booty capital of the world? I have yet to see a fabled big booty bitch.[/i]'