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"Someone's going to have to head over to a store while we're still docked so that we don't run out of alcohol." Tom sighs as he lays down beside Max on the day beds at the back of the boat.
Queenie is lying sandwiched between Cara and Lola on the beds opposite the boys. The group is having a lazy morning today, not having much planned until the night and after the girls had squeezed all of their belongings onto the boat yesterday, Queenie is starting to feel a little guilty about taking up more space, food and drink than Lando and his friends were expecting.
"I'll go." The twenty-one-year-old volunteers, sitting up on her elbows so that she can see Tom. The older boy lifts his head from the bed to send her a thankful smile in reply.
"I'll join you," Max says as he stands up, stretching a little before reaching his hands out for Queenie to grab so that he can pull her up. "Knowing you, you'd end up getting lost or kidnapped and we'd have to deal with Lando giving Liam Neeson a run for his money."
Queenie gives the boy a quick shove, her face feeling hot from the hidden meaning behind Max's words. "Shut up."
"I will find you," Max continues to tease, this time impersonating the infamous scene from Taken. "And I will kill you."
"You're funny." She retorts monotonously, turning to wave goodbye to the girls and Tom as the pair make their way through the boat. Max only chuckles in response.
Queenie follows closely behind Max before reaching for his arm to stop him by the bedrooms. "Let me just put something on really quick and then we can go."
Max's eyes drop to the white bikini Queenie is wearing before rolling his eyes when he sees the smug look on Queenie's face when he realises he involuntarily just checked her out.
"No, please," Queenie smirks. "Don't let me stop you."
Max blushes. "Just put some clothes on and meet me outside."
Queenie laughs at Max's awkwardly retreating figure. "I'll be two minutes!" She calls after him, not waiting for a response as she dives into her bedroom and pulls on some cotton shorts on and grabs her bag. She slides her feet into some sandals on her way out, jogging slightly to not keep Max waiting for too long on the dock.
"Hey!"
Queenie halts in her step, turning around to see Lando hanging over the railing on the top floor of the yacht. His eyes are covered by his sunglasses but she can just slightly make out the furrow in his brows above their frames.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
Queenie points a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of where Max is standing. "Tom said we need more alcohol so we're gonna run to the store," She explains. "Do you want anything else picking up?"
"Nah," Lando shakes his head. "But don't take too long."
"We'll be back in a flash." Queenie grins, turning back around and continuing her jog to where Max is waiting for her.
