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[indent] [i][color=F7DC6F]"Green."[/color][/i]

Rhys raised a brow to himself in the mirror and pulled the corners of his lips down in resignation, his eyes sparkling in amusement. All right, green it is. With one step to the right, put back the blue button up into the open frame closet and stepped back in front of the mirror, opening the buttons of the olive green button-up. With his good arm, he grasped at the fabric behind his neck and pulled off his t-shirt in one swift movement, tossing it to his bed. He blinked at his reflection. Normally, he'd like what he saw. Not that he was conceited, or made a hobby out of looking at himself, but he had never been dissatisfied. The scars on his shoulder were something he was still coming to terms with, though. With a swallow, he put on the button-up as his sister's voice floated from his phone again, which was perched up against the mirror to face him. [i][color=F7DC6F]"Anyways, I thought you said you were going to try and relax?"[/color][/i] Her voice was almost accusatory if it weren't for the fact that Rhys picked up on the concern laced through it. Maybe he shouldn't have confessed that instead of letting the sun soak into his healing bones on a bed beside the water, he went parasailing on the island today.

[color=E59866]"I [i]am[/i] relaxing. I'm just also... making the most out of it."[/color] His eyes flickered down to the screen, where through the Facetime call he could see his sister's side-eye all the way back from Massachusetts, where she sat at her small desk in her dorm room at Harvard. Smart kid. He could almost hear the wheels in her head turning, trying to see if she should fight him on this. He couldn't blame her. It wasn't like he was at the peak of his health, right now, but Rhys didn't back down easily. This holiday had been Willow's suggestion because the doctor said a nice climate like here in Carabo would be good for his healing. He could tan in the sun, swim in the ocean and enjoy expert massages. That and, the payout of the lawsuit had been good. Willow wanted to come, but she has exams. He'd have to make it up to her. 

It had felt odd, leaving on holiday on his own. Usually, he went with friends. But it wasn't like Rhys was a shy person. He'd make friends. [i][color=F7DC6F]"Jumping off a cliff to fly with the use of some untrustworthy construction does not seem like relaxing to me, Rhysand."[/color][/i] Yup, judgement. He winced a little at his full name, but a smile teased the corners of his lips. She kinda sounded like their mother. Rhys buttoned up his shirt and ran his hands along the front of it. Tilting his head, he raked a hand through his hair and curled his bottom lip out, satisfied with the result. Green had been the right choice. The fabric was light, and perfect for this weather. Leaning forward, the took the phone in his hand as Willow continued. [i][color=F7DC6F]"What's next, swimming with sharks?"[/color][/i]

Rhys let out a rumbly laugh as he sat down on his bed, placing the phone against the lamp on his nightstand and grabbing his watch from there, putting it on as he shook his head at his sister's remark. [color=E59866]"It actually involves a cage, Weep."[/color] He retorted, using her nickname. She used to cry a lot when she was a kid. A real weeping willow. [i][color=F7DC6F]"Rhys!"[/color][/i] Out of frustration, he saw his sister close the book she was studying from, and turn toward her propped-up phone completely. Her lips were parted and her eyes were wide. Alright, he had teased her enough. He neatly rolled up his sleeves as he spoke once more. [color=E59866]"Listen, Willow. I'm just enjoying my vacation. I'm about to go to a party, totally relaxing. I promise there will be no car chases or bar fighting or lion taming involved. Scouts honour."[/color] He held up two fingers in the sky and watched as Willow's face lit up again, al be it with a roll of her eyes. 

[i][color=F7DC6F]"Alright, well, [i]I[/i] have a very exciting date with my new E.A Phoenix book. You have fun at the party. Respect women. Don't do drugs. And please be careful with alcohol and your pain meds, okay?"[/color][/i] He saw his sister grab her phone and press a kiss to the screen, and it made him chuckle. She was a pain in the ass, but she cared about him. Relenting, he nodded. [color=E59866]"I'll be the epitome of chivalry, soberness and celibacy."[/color] He joked, knowing full well he wasn't really promising the latter one. Hell, he could use a nightly adventure to blow off steam. Willow said to relax, right?

After promising her once more that he wouldn't go swimming with sharks, he hung up the phone and let the device slide into the front pocket of his khaki shorts. He could already hear the soft hum of music from his hotel room, and he wondered how many people would be there. Either no one or the entire hotel. Well, he'd check it out, maybe order a beer, alcohol-free, and do some dancing. Something something the world is my oyster. Oh, maybe he'd down a couple of those, too. He locked his hotel door behind him and made his way to where he was told the party would be, though it wasn't hard to find with the flashing light and booming music. Damn, there was even a DJ? People were already socializing around the bar, while others lounged in the pool on floaties. He glanced briefly at the dancefloor, littered with people from presumably a lot of different nationalities. A gorgeous blonde in a red dress caught his eye and he wasn't shy about looking at her, though, after a beat passed he flashed a quizzical smile and walked toward the bar. 

Damn, he couldn't even get a glass of liquid courage. It wasn't like he was an alcoholic, but he could do with a nice cold actual beer right now. Instead, he leaned on the bar with his good arm and nodded up at the bartender. The woman beside him ordered a Mai Tai and Rhys's eyes flashed to her, intrigued by a flash of accent and interesting drink of choice. She looked uncomfortable, out of place. Someone else needed liquid courage. Another woman, darker-haired this time, joined up and ordered the same. Smiling to himself as they started conversing, he ordered alcohol-free beer and pushed off the bar, turning to lean back against it and look over the dancing crowd. [i]Chivalry, Rhys, chirvarly.[/i] Without thinking, he placed the hand of his good arm on his bad shoulder, rolling the limb a little and trying not to let the wince from overtaking his face. A glass of beer was put behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to thank the bartender before half turning, taking the beer in his hand. 
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