sweetlilith
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Rachel Buchanan and her two best friends, Kylie and Emily, had just arrived in Cabo San Lucas and had set out about exploring the tourist areas after checking into their hotel. The three had become fast friends in medical school, sharing countless late-night study sessions and laughter over their shared love-hate of Grey's Anatomy and Chicago Med. When they were in their last year of school, they planned to spend a week in Cabo to celebrate their graduation and getting into their selected specialties and residency hospitals of choice, sending them to different corners of the country. They were ready to have their last taste of freedom, enjoying the warm sun and the occasional margarita.
The trio of twenty-somethings had changed into variations of shorts and tank tops over bikinis, with Rachel wearing a pair of jean shorts that highlighted the curve of her ass, and a green bikini underneath a sheer white thin-strapped top. Her long hair was pulled back in a loose braid, with loose locks framing her face.
As they wandered through the bustling streets, they stumbled upon a lively bar, packed with tourists and locals alike. The girls immediately felt at home, their excitement building as they made their way to the crowded bar. They ordered a round of shots and began chatting with the handsome bartender, who seemed to enjoy their company as much as they enjoyed his. After a few drinks, they decided to dance, swaying to the rhythm of the Latin music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Rachel felt a rush of adrenaline as she spun around the dance floor with her friends, their laughter filling the air. It was as if all their worries and stress melted away, replaced by a sense of freedom and joy. She couldn't help but wonder if this was how it would feel to let go, to truly live in the moment.
As the night wore on, they continued to dance and drink, losing track of time. Kylie gave Rachel a look before motioning behind Rachel with a smirk. The brunette turned and locked eyes with someone watching her. He stood against the bar with a drink in his hand, with his steady gaze set on her.
"Go talk to him," Kylie giggled, nudging Rachel's shoulder.
Rachel shook her head, rolling her blue eyes at her friend. "No, I'm not leaving you guys. We came here together, we leave here together."
The trio of twenty-somethings had changed into variations of shorts and tank tops over bikinis, with Rachel wearing a pair of jean shorts that highlighted the curve of her ass, and a green bikini underneath a sheer white thin-strapped top. Her long hair was pulled back in a loose braid, with loose locks framing her face.
As they wandered through the bustling streets, they stumbled upon a lively bar, packed with tourists and locals alike. The girls immediately felt at home, their excitement building as they made their way to the crowded bar. They ordered a round of shots and began chatting with the handsome bartender, who seemed to enjoy their company as much as they enjoyed his. After a few drinks, they decided to dance, swaying to the rhythm of the Latin music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Rachel felt a rush of adrenaline as she spun around the dance floor with her friends, their laughter filling the air. It was as if all their worries and stress melted away, replaced by a sense of freedom and joy. She couldn't help but wonder if this was how it would feel to let go, to truly live in the moment.
As the night wore on, they continued to dance and drink, losing track of time. Kylie gave Rachel a look before motioning behind Rachel with a smirk. The brunette turned and locked eyes with someone watching her. He stood against the bar with a drink in his hand, with his steady gaze set on her.
"Go talk to him," Kylie giggled, nudging Rachel's shoulder.
Rachel shook her head, rolling her blue eyes at her friend. "No, I'm not leaving you guys. We came here together, we leave here together."