Dani, Ororo, and Tabitha: Dinner in the Grand Caymans

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The Cayman vacationers have dinner and a bit of conversation.



She had a flash of her mother's face as she swirled her wine in the fancy-pants glass provided by the hotel's haute-cuisine restaurant. She stared at the dessert is abject misery. "I don't think I can. It's beautiful and calling my name, but there just isn't room!" she mourned.

Dani didn't feel much sympathy. She wasn't much for sweets in general, though she liked making pies. She wasn't much for cake unless it was for a birthday. "You shoulda got one of those little shot desserts," she informed her. "Those look much more reasonable than this," it was just too big, even if the three girls split it.

"Yes, but that's reasonable," Tabitha complained with a grin. "Isn't the whole point of a tropical getaway overindulgence?" She took another drink of wine, enjoying the cool slide down her throat in the overheated dining room. Even the best air conditioning couldn't fight the press of bodies determined to have a good time. "Do you think if I got up and walked around a bit I could make room?"

"I think a walk might do us all some good, regardless of whether it makes room for additional desserts or not," Ororo replied with a lazy stretch. It was easy to succumb to the laid-back atmosphere of the resort, but after so much relaxing a little bit of exertion sounded very appealing.


The blond woman levered herself out of her chair gracelessly. "Beach or veranda?" she asked with a smile. "Serenity between beach parties, or cabana boy watching?" she clarified.

"I like the cabana boys," Dani commented, pushing on braid behind her shoulder and putting her sunglasses on. "The parties are too loud," and too many people for her to be comfortable. It was too easy to use her powers willy-nilly with that many people, to get that rush of fear. She liked it too much.

Tabitha strolled out the patio doors, glass still in hand. The night held the smallest edge of chill, not cold by any means. Pleasant, really. She walked right to the edge and leaned against the rail with a sigh. "I'm tired," she said.

"How is it that vacations seem to tire you like no training session or mission can?" Ororo mused in response. "It is easy to spend the entire time languishing about, doing nothing, and yet you are still exhausted by the time you return home."

The blond woman chuckled. "I know why I'm tired, and it has very li8ttle to do with relaxing." She scowled at nothing in particular. "If he wasn't so damned contemptuous, I'd think he was stalking me. How the HELL did he end up on Grand Cayman, anyhow?"

Dani shrugged, "Does it matter? Either you're okay with it," which seemed to be the case, despite Tabitha's grumbling, "Or you're not in which case you gotta let him know that. Preferably in small words so he understands."

"It's just- the irony of his accusations make me- argh!" she exclaimed her frustration at her lack of words. "He calls me seven kinds of slut and I've never even been to third base!" Mortification rose in a red tide up her neck to her face.

"They are only words, Tabitha," Ororo said calmly, her voice reflecting the intense relaxation of the sun and sea. "They do not make it true. And since he is so far off, perhaps his opinion should be summarily disregarded."

Tabs smiled wryly, pushed away from the railing. "I suppose you're right," she said. She pushed her hair out of her face, straightened her dress. "So, who's ready to turn in?"