I reblogged one of those "prompt me for a fic" things on Tumblr and an anon actually gave me one. The prompt was: Seychelles, Monaco, Casino.
There were too many people. Too many people for comfort. Angelique wasn't claustrophobic- just used to more than enough freedom to move.
This certainly wasn't the beach. The only salt she could smell was sweat, mingling with expensive perfumes and alcohol. Why had she told herself she needed to get away? This was some sort of sick torture.
Still, she'd paid for her plane and hotel and fuck it all everything in Monaco was expensive. She was going to enjoy herself the best she could. However, as she sat down at the bar (which, to her relief, was somehow less busy than the rest of the Casino) the options made her head spin and not to mention the Euros, oh god the Euros. Everything was so expensive.
Angelique didn't even realize how long she was staring at the menu (or that the bartender had tried to get her attention- twice) until there was a light tap on her shoulder. She turned, a bit startled although the touch was delicate.
A petite blonde looked at her inquisitively with big azure eyes behind elegant spectacles. Angelique could only stare stupidly, feeling her cheeks grow warm as the woman smiled at her.
"Si on buvait quelque chose?"