Author's Notes: Based on a true story, I kid you not!

"By cultural exchange," drawled Meg, an eyebrow arched high enough to disappear into her fringe, "I didn't mean chatting up foreign girls."

Anna flashed her a middle finger salute as the other girl hooted with laughter. "Oh, don't mind me – I haven't had enough to drink yet," said Meg, wiping away tears of mirth with the back of her hand.

"Yeah? If this is your nice side, I can't imagine what you're like as a mean drunk."

"Sweet as apple pie."

"Lies."

They cackled and drank. "But seriously though. She's cute. I would go for it if I swung that way."

Anna blushed. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely." Meg winked. "You're not that bad looking yourself. Go get'em, Tiger."

"Tiger?"

"Rawr. Fierce. Red? I don't know anymore. See, I need more beer."

"Eh. I'll take what I can get." The redhead tripped away, flushed with excitement and alcohol.

"Erm, hi?" Anna winced internally as the girl looked up. "I was just over there and I, uh, was wondering if I could buy you a drink?" She'd seen sandpaper smoother than her pick-up lines. Thankfully it was just her and Meg out tonight – her, Meg, and Meg's sarcasm, which was enough to make up another person.

"Hi." The girl smiled at her, which made Anna's insides flop over. "I wouldn't say no to a drink, though I'd appreciate it if you'd get me a soda. It may not look like it, but I'm on a strict diet. Promise you won't tell?"

She giggled. "I won't if you promise to swear that I was utterly charming, and you wanted to rip your panties off when I opened my mouth." Anna coloured as the implications of her words began to filter in through the alcohol. "I mean – holy crap."

"It's fine. Really." She extended a hand. "I'm Mulan."

"Anna."

"Pleased to meet you – and flattered as well, but I have to tell you I'm straight."

"No, no, it's fine! Really. I just – my friend kinda dared me to come over and talk to you, so…" Anna trailed off with a nervous laugh. "Uh – if you don't mind me asking, why are you on a diet? You're really hot."

This time, they both went pink; Mulan's blush more striking against her dark hair. Anna silently willed the ground to open and swallow her up, awkwardness and all. It was bad enough that Mulan was straight, meaning her chances of getting some were zero. Her charm was putting her in the minus points.

"Uh – I'm actually here in Corona for a competition," explained Mulan. "I'm on my school's judo team."

"Really? That's amazing!"

"It is, but that means no drinking." She humped a shoulder miserably. "I'm only here to keep an eye on my teammates." Mulan nodded at a group of three guys on the dancefloor who were contorting their bodies into strange forms.

"Nice... moves."

Mulan laughed. "Very tactful." She sipped her soda. "You're here on holiday, are you?"

"Yep. This is supposed to be my amazing summer break, the holiday of a lifetime I can reminisce about twenty years from now, when I'm ferrying my kids to and from school."

"Not a bad goal," remarked the other girl. "Still better than me being in a bar and not drinking."

"Not to mention attracting attention from the wrong team," joked Anna.

"Hey, I'm not complaining! It's nice to have some girl talk. You don't want to know what the guys do." Mulan pulled a face. "Picking fights just for the heck of it, walking around naked." She shuddered.

She couldn't help it; Anna's eyes ran over the lithe body of the athlete when she said naked. A hot blush decorated her cheeks. "You look pretty fit. I bet you must have a killer workout."

Slowly, a grin spread across Mulan's face. "As a matter of fact, I do. Would you like a demonstration?"

"Sure! If you don't mind, of course!"

"Now this is a surprise," said Meg, looking up to see Elsa standing before her. "I thought you'd have sworn off bars, considering what I've heard about the people you've met…"

"Anna said she'd be back at 10 so we could discuss tomorrow's hiking trip. It's nearly 11."

"Elsa, you're being completely paranoid," muttered Meg. "Anna's probably having fun chatting with someone nice and lost track of time."

The blonde bit her lip; her stomach had twisted uncomfortably when the image of Anna with someone else entered her thoughts. Anna, laughing in that scrunched-up way Elsa found adorable. Anna, with someone's hand on her thigh, slipping upwards –

"I think that's dead. Actually, I don't think it was ever alive."

She relinquished her grip on the beer bottle casually, as though she had meant to do that. "She's not here," said Elsa calmly, "we should check the toilet."

"Oh my god Elsa, are you serious? Let her pee – or puke – in peace, for crying out loud – that is, if she's even there."

Elsa paid her no heed. She made a beeline for the toilets, Meg grumbling behind her. And then she collided into Elsa's back with a little oof, the sound drowned out by the moans coming from the locked cubicle at the end.

"Come on… almost there…"

A grunt. "I'm – trying – !" whined a very familiar voice. Meg's eyes were as wide as saucers. As she opened her mouth to call Anna's name, a hand covered it.

"Don't."

Meg growled something inaudible.

The slick sound of skin on tiles. A drawn-out groan, and then rapid panting. "So close… Wait, your hand. Here, like this."

"Like this?"

"Yes, perfect."

The hand clamped over Meg's mouth was starting to go clammy. Neevertheless, it was doing a good job of keeping the sound of laughter from disturbing the pair inside the cubicle – from whatever it was they were doing. Elsa didn't want to think about it.

"Faster."

The panting got louder, Anna's voice hoarse and tired-sounding. "L-like this?"

"Yes, that's great. Can you go harder?"

"I can try – harrrgh. How's this?"

"Not bad! You're doing a lot better than I was the first time; I slipped, and faceplanted."

"You're kidding."

"I wish I was."

"... Aaaand I'm done. This is so tiring! And you do this how many times a day?"

"Twice – maybe three times if I can squeeze it in my schedule."

"That's impressive. Here, your turn..."

"Out," Elsa finally squeaked, dragging Meg with her. The Greek girl watched her carefully as they scurried back into the bar. "Hey, you okay?"

"Just fine!" said Elsa, then noticed her voice was an octave too high, and then added in a more normal tone, "Uh, nothing's wrong. Just… shouldn't have interrupted them doing, uh, whatever it was they were doing in there."

"We didn't interrupt. Well, I was about to."

"Yes. Well." The blonde's mouth became a thin line. "It's late. I'm headed back to the hostel."

"You're not going to wait – "

"I don't think she's expecting me to wait," said Elsa in clipped tones, and pushed her way through he crowd.

Meg put a hand on her hip. "That went well."

"I'd say it did."

The Greek girl whirled around. "Anna?"

"Yeah, that's me." The redhead grinned, flushed and happy, her clothes a little disheveled. "Miss me?"

"Not particularly, but what have you been up to and where can I get some of that?"

"I know what you're thinking, and sadly that's not what happened." Anna reached for the beer and downed what was left. "Mulan's straight but she's really athletic. She showed me a bit of her workout regime."

Meg sniggered. "Workout regime, huh."

"I never knew pushups were that strenuous," said Anna, completely obvious everything Meg was implying.

"I'd say you were taking the euphemisms a little too far, but I've known you long enough – for all of a week – to guess that weirder things have happened to you." Meg signaled the bartender for another drink. "Anyway, Elsa was here. She's looking for you."

Anna swore. "Oh damn – I lost track of time. She's gonna be furious. See you."

"That's the understatement of the year," called the other girl as Anna dashed off.