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Chapter 47. Visitors

**Quick A/N**

Hi, hello! Long time no see! Just wanted to give a few warnings for this chapter and frankly the rest of the fic. Take care of yourselves and mind the content warning, this chapter contains underaged excessive drinking, sexually explicit content, and controlling relationships. 

Also for this chapter, brief emetophobia mentioning, but it's quick I promise. 

Also sidenote, this chapter does feature some Spanish, translations will be in the comments. Fair warning, my spanish is very rusty so I utilized online resources, have mercy on me.

Enjoy!

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One moment, Madeline had been laying out on the beach of Cala Saladeta, soaking up the afternoon sun and warm white sands of Ibiza.

Accepting and enjoying the many drinks, cocktails, and mixers that the crew had prepared once they anchored and escorted them to shore on the much smaller boat. The only thought that had been on her mind was to take in as much as she possibly could, as the next morning they would be reaching their final port in Barcelona.

From Barcelona, they would head to the Spanish Ministry, take their portkey, and land all the way back in the miserable English cold.

One moment, she'd been lounging on the beach, the next, she was dancing across the wood of the upper deck on the ship, surrounded by her friends and several new faces.

Over the last few days, the ship's passengers had made their fair share of local friends, some of which were American exchange students, their friends, and host siblings.

Now, the deck raved on into the late hours of the night, decorated in shimmering foil balloons, strobing string lights, streamers, and confetti.

The staff had outdone themselves in preparing a proper rager.

One of the deckhands, Louis, fired another of the handheld cannons right at the blaring song's drop to the rhythmic chorus, and Madeline and Jolie squealed.

Paper confetti rained from above, between it and the many glow sticks attached at Madeline and Jolie's wrists, waists, and necks, her vision practically began to blur in the array of colours.

Though that might be due to the many drinks she'd consumed, several of which being shots of a horrid sour liquor that Georgia had excitedly called 'tequila.'

As terrible as it tasted, even with a firm bite on a lime wedge afterward, it surely brought Madeline into the mood of a proper party.

She hadn't bothered to change from the strappy black string bikini she'd been wearing on the beach earlier, or hesitate launching in and out of the pool and jacuzzi all evening with her friends.

The only worry Madeline had was where Jolie and Daphne were, and when she'd be getting her next drink.

Jolie had been by her side all night, dancing, drinking, shoving her into the water.

Daphne on the other hand—

In those past few days, Daphne had become rather close friends with one of the American boys that accompanied them on the beaches. A tanned, shaggy haired blonde with violently bright white teeth, Kyle.

Naturally, he hadn't let Daphne out of his sight since the moment he saw her, as anyone would.

Tonight was no exception.