A drug and a dream

This is my entry for Weekly Wattpad contest #53

The two ukrainian sisters sat quietly at the bar, warily surveying their surroundings. The loud, undisciplined music which filtered out a beaten-up stereo only heightened their discomfort, as they attempted to blend in to the unfamiliar surroundings.

The waves were crashing gently to the shore, any kind of tranquillity they could have offered rejected by the uncompromising music. The bar was situated along the edge of the beach, crammed in between other bars and food dispensaries. The beach was derelict and over-run with tourists, who all flocked to the nearest sign of consumerism, content to repudiate any remaining areas of Hawaii untouched my human interference.

The eldest girl, Yulia, placed a hand firmly on her sisters fidgeting leg. Her eyes drilled into her sisters, instilling a warning. The younger girl quickly seized her squirming, and sat up vertically crossing her legs. The bartender watched them surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye, but didn't dare approach the strange women or ask them to buy a drink.

The youngest girl, Kateryna, wore a short red and gold striped camisole dress which left little to the imagination. Yulia had chosen the girls outfit, after assiduously examining every article of clothing they had brought with them and deciding it was the most flattering. Katerynas image was cardinal to the meeting proving a success, and Yulia was determined to present her in the most appealing light.

Eventually, their company arrived. He slid onto the barstool next to Yulia, and quickly ordered a drink for himself.

It was difficult to distinguish any of his facial features, as he wore a large, almost comical sun hat over his head, barely revealing his murky grey eyes. He had on a red floral shirt and beige shorts which closely replicated the styles of all the surrounding tourists, reinforcing his unremarkable appearance. The women watched as he smiled up at them, his hand outstretched.

"Kateryna, Yes?" He asked.

His heavy accent immediately gave him away as not being American, despite his best attempts to merge in with the masses. He looked up at Kateryna, who Yulia nodded for, taking his hand.

"A drink?"

Yulia vehemently shook her head, refusing to lose focus of her goals.

"Business first," She ascertained.

Her stiff composure frustrated the man, who smiled wryly.

"Come on, don't be like that. Please, have a drink. I cannot do business until I first know you," he urged.

Yulia still seemed hesitant, as she attempted to maintain a comfortable formality between them.

"I'm not sure..." she began.

"Please. If you don't have a drink, I feel as though I have offended you. Is that the case?"

"No. Of course not,"

"Please, then. I'll order for you both a blue Hawaiian cocktail. The favourite around here,"

He turned to the bartender, ordering the drinks before Yulia could refuse.

"This is the girl then, no?" He asked, pointing to a silent Kateryna.

Yulia has advised her not to speak, assuring her that she would handle the communication with the "recruiter" herself.

"This is my sister Kateryna. She is very well behaved, and would be of no trouble to you," she said.