A Presidential Villa on North Island, Seychelles, Saturday

[whenshewasnice]

The villa was ridiculous. And Envy loved it. And sure, it was expensive as hell, but it was only for a couple of nights and besides, had she not earned it? She'd been working herself ragged for months on end, and she deserved a break that felt like a break. Completely cut off from the rest of her life. She was willing to pay a handsome sum for that.

And she had.

She'd been here since yesterday, just... relaxing. Taking walks along the beach, soaking in the pool, getting some reading done. Just basking in being alone, and without a schedule. Although those last two things were about to change, with Peter's arrival. Even if all the 'schedule' she was going to submit to was Peter's insistence on not being away from Brazil for over 48 hours.

While she waited for him to show his face, she was sitting out on the deck with a book in her lap, gazing out towards the beach. No denying it: this was a comfort.

[ooc: NFB. For that guy, and SP.]

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[lockestheway]

"Someone spurged."

There was Peter, in shorts and a t-shirt with a backpack slung over his shoulder (and a very large bodyguard looking vaguely stealthy in the background). "I never understood how anyone could sit on a tropical island for days and enjoy themselves."

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes, I remember," Envy said, as she gave the bodyguard a little wave. It was better than rolling her eyes, anyway.

She'd opted for a floral wrap-around dress. It was a vacation, she had to look the part. "I've been on school breaks with you."

Even in the Seychelles, no less! But they hadn't really been on speaking terms on that trip, beyond exchanging translation assignments on USB sticks.

[lockestheway]

"Well, let's see if I get it any better without teachers lumbering around and teenage hormones flying everywhere," Peter said.

He walked onto the deck, the bodyguard following at a distance.

[whenshewasnice]

"I can't promise no hormones."

But she was still eyeing the bodyguard. Suddenly she felt like she hadn't thought this plan all the way through.

[lockestheway]

Peter followed her line of sight and sighed. "I got him another house on the premises," he said. "Nearby."

But not in theirs.

[whenshewasnice]

"Good," Envy said. No offence, Mr Bodyguard, but she seemed to relax a little more. Subtly. "For a second there, I was hoping I'd invested in something with a few more walls."

[lockestheway]

"Unfortunately, I can't go anywhere without at least one of them," Peter said wryly, "But I draw the line at giving them front row seats at my bedroom routines."

[whenshewasnice]

Envy snorted.

"There are fun kinds of exhibitionism, but that doesn't sound like one of them," she agreed.

[lockestheway]

"So," Peter said, picking a chair of his own to settle down on. "How's the tropical island treating you?"

[whenshewasnice]

"No one's harassed me about meet-and-greets, or tomorrow's itinerary, or soundcheck the entire time I've been here," she replied, with a lopsided smile.

"So, it's practically heaven."

[lockestheway]

"Gotten a little tired of the international pop star life?" Peter teased gently.

[whenshewasnice]

"The international pop star life is fine," Envy replied. "But on the road it's mostly a front for the life of a touring musician, which is hard work."

Especially when you were ridiculously driven.

[lockestheway]

"Do you want to talk about the tour?" Peter asked. "Or are we better off leaving that behind?"

[whenshewasnice]

Envy shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know if there's much to say that's not just rehashing the obvious," she said, shifting the book off her lap. "It was tougher than I thought it would be."

[lockestheway]

"Planning to wait before you go on the next one?" Peter asked, sitting forward in his chair.

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes."

She'd considered a snarkier response. But just went with the simple truth instead.

"There's not really a reason to rush, though there'll probably be one-off shows and things around the multiverse." Her lips twisted a little as she glanced aside, in thought. "Mostly we'll be working the media angle. There'll be music videos and things like that."

[lockestheway]

"Primping and preening, but you'll be back home by midnight," Peter translated. "No better time to take it easy than right before you transition into 9-to-5."

[whenshewasnice]

"Something a little closer to it, anyway," Envy replied. Not quite 9-to-5, but not the wake-up to bedtime schedule of her tour, either.

She shrugged a shoulder. "I'm going to Montreal for a couple of days after this."

[lockestheway]

"I'm not surprised," Peter said. "How long has it been?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Since Christmas, or thereabouts," Envy admitted, refraining from another shrug though she got close to one. "I'm probably bringing Moxy back home with me. If he still recognizes me."

[lockestheway]

"Cats are supposed to have long memories, don't they?" Peter mused. "As fickle as they are. I'll bet a treat will jog his mind if he's being particularly annoying."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, boys do seem to respond well to treats," Envy quipped. "And distractions. So maybe I'll bring him treats and a toy and he'll forgive me for being gone so long."

[lockestheway]

Peter's mouth curved. "Is that what we're trying to do here?"

[whenshewasnice]

Envy tilted her head, and gave him a perfectly innocent look back.

Too bad her face wasn't really made for 'perfectly innocent'.

"I don't know," she said. "Does it feel like I need forgiving?"

[lockestheway]

"Not particularly," Peter said. "But I'm willing to look really upset, if it'll help."