Post by Celeste on Jan 10, 2014 6:13:53 GMT -5
City of Malia, Crete- Greece
The night air is clammy out on the Mediterranean. Celeste looks down at her left wrist and rolls it over to look at her modest, thin, black leather banded wrist watch. The distant glint of yellow city lights from the island of Crete is not enough to illuminate the timepiece as she stands on the deck of the passenger ship bound for its harbors.
Lifting her arm slightly, just enough to get it out of her shadow, a light from the cabin behind her seemingly springs into action and reveals the dial approaching 11 pm. With a soft sigh she lowers her arm back down on to the deck railing and looks back out over the water. Lifting her right hand up to her lips she takes a long drag from her cigarette, savoring the smoldering tobacco one last time before flicking its still burning butt out into the tepid water below. Closing her eyes for a moment she relishes the burn of the smoke in her throat and lungs before exhaling slowly as she pushes up from the railing.
“I haven’t partied in Greece in years. Shit...I miss the isles.” She thinks to herself, barely this side of privately. She works her way to the front of the boat as it begins to pull into the harbor. The city of Malia sat on the northern shore of the island of Crete and while anyone who knew anything about hot spots in the Mediterranean was aware that all the good beaches were on the south side of Crete, anyone who knew anything about nightlife should be aware that all the clubs and serious party spots dotted the other face.
She steps off the boat, walking down the gangplank amid the wall of tourists and locals coming over from the mainland. At this time of night there were few families traveling but plenty of couples and groups. She scans the crowd as they pour down the dock in front of her, a grin growing in the corner of her mouth. “I can practically taste their gluttony.” It was palpable. Then again, that could have just been the goddamn humidity and sea air.
Her Italian leather shoes would normally be making a distinct clack as their heels contacted on the hardwood of the dock but the excitement and buzz of the crowd drowned out her individuality, at least for the time being.
Opening her handbag, she fished around for one more cigarette and quickly found her prey. Putting it to her lips she slipped a hand into her jean’s pocket and began walking up the incline towards the city proper. Withdrawing her hand with a sturdy, metal lighter between her fingers she cleanly brought it up in front of her, flicked it open, ignited the flint and took a puff of her cigarette to confirm it was lit.
Her eyes drifted up the cobblestone street that lay before her, winding up narrowly between townhouses and boutique shops that dotted the waterfront district, just begging to catch tourists coming off the boat had this been the day time.
Reaching into her back pocket she withdrew a folded party invitation detailing an address and a name. The paper was wrinkled and worn from a long trip in Celeste’s back pocket however the smudged writing on the back was still legible. ‘Party. Full service.’ The instructions were simple and straight forward but like always, the devil was in the details.
As her path took her through thinning crowds she eventually found herself along on a short street walking a paved path up to the wrought iron gate of a manor on the cliffside. Confirming the address matched the one on her invitation, she tossed it back into her purse and flicked the last cherry of the cigarette into the street in front of her, stamping it out as she approaches her destination.
Hopefully the night would hold some interesting things for her of its own design. Interesting people, interesting drink, interesting anything. Of course, there’s always the option to make your own entertainment. “Let’s give these Greek boys the benefit of the doubt. They’re known for their wine, let’s see if they can hold it.”