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Jun 13, 2017 10:28PM
Try not to drop your hot dogs in the water.
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There were plenty of things for Nikita Chou to get excited about. For example, her new collection of clothes from one of the fashion companies her dad sponsors. Or the fact that she was at a beachside resort. Also that it was summer, and it was hot, but at least that meant all the guys at or by the pool would be hot and shirtless. Most importantly, she was now 18, which meant she was legal, which meant she could finally work on her plan to order every alcoholic drink on the menu. (Never mind the fact that it was Papa's business conference that brought them here, or the fact that evil-stepmother-who's-lasted-surprisingly-long and her perpetually smiley son had tagged along, but it was her 18th birthday present or whatever, so she was going to enjoy the shit out of everything.)
"Hi," she said to the nearest bartender, leaning across the bar and putting on her best smile, the kind that was a little flirty but not quite so she wouldn't come off as too strong. Being the CEO's daughter gave you tonnes of practice with that. "I'd like your tastiest alcoholic drink, please."
Not to be dramatic, but this was the moment Nikita had been waiting for ever since she turned eighteen. (Not that she'd been eighteen for very long in the first place, but she was very excited nonetheless.) "Here you are," she said, a tad bit too smug, but who could blame her — it seemed so exciting that people would finally see her as an adult. It was incredibly tiring not to be taken seriously — come on, she was the daughter of the CEO of a business empire, slated to take the spot if her sort-of-pesky stepbrother didn't beat her to it. Of course she knew what she was doing.
She dug out her ID card from the pocket of her skirt (yes, this skirt had a pocket; it was from her birthday collection and she loved it) and slid it across the countertop, card between two carefully manicured fingers. "Will that be alright?" She asked a bit breathlessly, expecting a nod, a yes, anything.
"What?" Nikita sputtered, unable to hold herself back. No way she would have agreed to this ridiculous family vacation if she'd known that the stupid — drinking age in America was twenty-five or something stupid like that. Not that it was her own fault for not knowing or whatever — clearly someone had made a mistake along the lines of planning this trip by telling her that her celebratory birthday drinking binge was not possible at all.
"Look — I'm eighteen in my home country," she started. If you thought Nikita Chou was going to let go of it of this matter, you were dead wrong. "It doesn't make sense if I don't get to have a teensy drink — I'm legal there anyway. Besides, isn't your minimum age of driving like... fifteen or something? So you can drive a car but you can't drink?"
