[I]"Do you know what you want?"[/i]

Wasn't that just the eternal question for everyone? However, in this particular instance, it held no real magnitude. Nor should it. Chloe and Marci were on their summer break. Beautiful cornflower blue skies stretched out before them, and the stress of finals and other University drama were safely nestled in their small corner back home. This wasn't the time to dwell on the philosopies of life, no. It was a time to unwind and have a little fun. And that's exactly what the girls intended to do.

The pair were sat on the overtly funky metal seating that dotted the pier by the aptly named, 'Bare Foot Bob's.' After just two days, it had already become a firm favourite. Still, today they weren't drinking. They'd felt far too delicate that morning, and being the sensible sort - they were opting out for the time being.

"I think I'm going to go for the burrito, what about you?"

Chloe was a shock of blonde curls. They were unruly, and no matter how much she tried to tame them, they never complied. A pair of dark green eyes looked out from a sun-kissed complexion, and her petite stature combined with her curves, made her rather easy on the eyes. A small silver ring adorned her left nostril, and the young woman was sporting a pair of distressed blue denim shorts, with a pale pink cropped t-shirt. A trusted pair of leopard print converse on her feet, and her matching sunglasses pushed up into the riot that was her hair. It was a beachy look, but one that suited her.

Marci groaned in distress and put her menu down, "I just can't. I still feel like the pier is rocking." The redhead buried her face in her hands, causing her companion to snort in amusement. "You need to learn to handle your drink." And with a smirk, she reached out and bopped her friend on the head gently with the novelty seagull table number. Which was in fact rather ironic, seeing as truth be told, it was Chloe that struggled to handle the booze. 

"Shall I get you some water?" The perkier of the two asked breezily as she stood, brushing herself down before she grabbed her wallet. 

"Yes, water. I need all of the water." Marci retorted, still hiding her pink eyes from the sun. And with a an exasperated yet amused roll of the eyes, Chloe sauntered into the bar. Mexico felt familiar, and in all honesty - she was rather tempted to stay. After meandering her way through the pretty small crowd, she waited patiently - naturally not in too much of a rush to get back to the mess that was Marci outside. 

[I]Perfect.[/i]