Jellyfish season

Chapter two

"So, how'd the meeting go?" Jen sat on her family's cement kitchen counter, swirling red wine in a jam jar glass. She spoke in rhythmic French, it's rolled r's and ¾ time made it sound more Spanish and Swahili than the usual French dialects.

Kari sat on the small half-painted cement kitchen island, a bottle of red wine at her side, a stained red jam jar sat beside her. She spoke at a rapid pace, almost rapping "You should've seen the prick. This like 20 something guy walks into my office with a smug look on his face and says what every bloody old white billionaire says, 'I want to make a basic ass hotel on your fucking perfect island'. Jesus fucking Christ."

"Bad then," Jen nodded to herself, "20 something though? That's rare... Was he cute?" She leaned in closer to her sister, interested in hearing more about this mysterious figure. 

"Who cares if he was cute, he wants to build a hotel!" snapped Kari as she slugged back some more wine, straight from the bottle.

"That bad?"

Kari looked at her sister, her messy bun was almost falling in front of her face while her eye brows were scrunched together forming thick lines on her forehead. It was her feelings in a single look. 

"yeah, that bad." She put her wine glass down on the kitchen counter, crossing her arms. "Hey, why don't we both take a day off. Relax, get some ice cream and hang out at the beach like we used to."

"I don't have time!" Kari waved around her hands. "There's The Woodfinch who wants to introduce biodegradable cutlery, then there's fucking I-Make-Plastic Co who won't get off my ass about employment issues and that bloody Johnny!"

Jen took the wine away from her sister, her eyes lighting up. "Johnny? Who's this Johnny?"

"You know... the new hotel cunt..." she waved her hands tiredly, crossing her legs.

"Johnny... I thought you didn't like nicknames." Her sister prodded at her playfully.

She laughed in response, "I don't."

"Look at you your all red~" sang her sister, continuing to prod at her.

Kari covered her face whining, "I'm not! It's just the wine... you know I'm a lightweight..."

"How couldn't I know," her sister relaxed back on the counter, tipping her head. "You know what you need?"

"What?" she poked her head out from under her hands.

"A spa day. Do you want one?"

Kari look apprehensively at her sister then nodded slightly.

"Really want one?"

"Let's just go..." whined Kari jumping off the small kitchen island.

As Jenny got to the door she shouted, "honey! I'm going to the spa with Kari, see you soon~"

She wandered to the door with her sister, picking up their bags as they wandered towards their bikes and set off into the tropical paradise of Grosse Roche.

They followed a dirt road that passed by a bunch of palm trees, each filled to the brim with coconuts. The flowers were as vibrant as the birds that flew by, each one look fit for both a wedding and a drag show. The air smelt like the ocean, the crashing waves easy to hear from such a distant.

Throughout the ride Jenny did what some sister's do and kept an eye on Kari, making sure she didn't crash into anything. Occasionally shouting out "rock" or "pot hole" as they cycled the uneven road into town.