Army of Sin - Season 2 - The Gathering

Episode VII - Green Grass all Around

Location: Aegean Sea, the tiny island of Poros...

“E... E!" a voice called softly from the vicinity of the doorway followed by the sound of denim sliding against denim as the speaker entered the room. "C’mon Bud, time to wake up, we have to get your day started."

"Mhm."

Soft lips pressed against cool skin as a hand rested between lax shoulder blades before moving upwards to an ear, "It's after twelve Bud, you told me not to let you sleep past eleven."

"Mhm."

"Tsk, tsk."

Finally, some peace and quiet, Evangeline thought drowsily.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed as the afternoon sun hit her half closed eyes directly, forcing her to squint iin anger.

"I told you to get up," said the voice near the curtains belonging to her tormentor who sometimes went by the alias of Mona.

"Yuh could be a real asshole sometimes Mons!" Evangeline huffed.

"Love yuh too, Bud!" Mona threw over her shoulder; thick, shapely legs powering her departure out of the room. That woman had a body to die for, Evangeline thought with open appreciation as she did almost every time her best friend left the room. Rubbing her eyes, she maintained her squint, groping along the wall until she reached the shaded confines of her bathroom.

 The cold splash of water was enough to get her neurons firing again, ears sharpening as her body woke. In the vicinity, she heard myriad sounds - Rihanna's breakout single 'Pon De Replay', Mona's alto accompaniment and the underlying sizzle of a pot. This far away from her native land, the songs on Mona's playlist were one of the few things that had her feeling even remotely akin to the Caribbean; that and the home-cooked meals she actually managed to stomach these days. Her model figure was still maintained, but at least those horrible bulimic convulsions were behind her. Shaking off the nostalgic memory begging for attention, she went up on her toes in a stretch that cracked both shoulders as well as her left knee, before stepping into the vast spread she called a bathroom.

"E?"

"I'm in the shower!" She called over the drum of water in her ears.

"Okay, just making sure you didn't fall asleep," Mona teased.

Evangeline snorted, turning to catch her friend's gaze, "As if you'd have let a sister."

"What are friends for?" Mona said with a sigh.

"What is it?" Evangeline asked, hearing something off in her friend's voice, eyes closed as she soaped her face.

"Just appreciating a good body is all."

"Girl, I would kill for a body like yours, what madness yuh talking in my head?" It felt positively amazing to be able to slip into the dialect of her mother tongue; dropping the polished veneer of an English aristocrat for the singsong rhythm of the Caribbean.

Mona laughed softly, heart warm at the blessing that she could converse with a rare, genuine female friend. "Which one of us is one of the most sought after models in the world again?"

"Nobody doh give an ass bout that shit, we both know their perception of beauty is all the way crapped up."

"Mammy would have rinsed your mouth with soap for that kind of language."

The two friends stared in silence at each other for a pregnant pause before bursting into a fit of laughter. In between gasps, Evangeline managed to get out, "And she had the most foul of them all!"