TWENTY-FOUR

The Look of One who Sins.

Lolita was bored out of her mind. She wandered aimlessly in her room, restless. She wanted to have fun, to go shopping, to start a war—if it would put an end to her restless days. Why did she have to go on a vacation, anyways? She didn’t plan it. He was acting so weird and talking about sprouting some weed that she had immediately suggested traveling as far as the Bahamas Island. She liked the drink, the dance, and the culture. The foreigners especially made it fun by being marveled by every single thing, but it wasn’t enough for her. She needed something more, something tangible. Most especially, she needed her friend to reach out to her.

There was a knock on the door. Lolita ran to open it, revealing a server carrying a tray of food. She left the door open and ran back to get her card by the bedside table. It was a large suite, one of the best that they had. Jarrod had explicitly told her to have as much fun as she needed, to clear the air and energy blocka