After calming herself down from her sudden case of nerves, Amanda made her way back to the cook fire and Shannon. She'd only been gone a few minutes, and claimed that she needed to stretch her legs when Shannon gave her a patented 'Why'd you leave?' look. From where she sat, she could see Carlos talking to Ami of all people, aways down the beach and her eyes narrowed in annoyance.
(I can't even get a hello out of him and he walks off with her.)
"What the bloody hell is that about?" Amanda asked, her voice rising a bit louder than she intended.
"What?" Shannon followed her gaze to where Carlos and Ami stood talking. "Oh, that. Maybe he likes accents."
"I have an accent. In case you didn't notice, I'm Australian."
"Maybe he likes British accents." Shannon shrugged, "Or maybe he just isn't interested in you, Amanda."
Amanda glared at Shannon, then turning, she caught Harry's eyes on the other side of the fire. He mouthed a word to her, and it took her a moment to puzzle out that the word was 'opportunity.'
Turning her gaze back toward Carlos and Ami, the undeserving pom, Amanda suddenly had the glimmerings of an idea. 'Divide and conquer' were Harry and Ethan's words; find the weakest links and expose them. She suddenly knew how to do precisely that. George was young, naïve and about as plain as they came; Ami was older, certainly more experienced and attractive in that exotic way that got guys attention. There was no way that George could compete with that – she'd have to see how much more interested Carlos was in Ami than George; after all the two were pretty buddy buddy over there right now. It was up to Amanda to make that clear to George, and save her some embarrassment.
And then there was Scott. Amanda was pretty certain that petty jealousy and insecurity could go both ways. Carlos was fit and rugged and muscular, with an air about him that women simply fawned over. How could a skinny bloke like Scott hope to compete with that if Ami's attention was wandering?
(Opportunity. Thanks for the reminder, Harry.)
"I'm going for a walk, Shannon," Amanda said dismissively. (I have some seeds of distrust to plant.)
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[NPC Amanda] Plotting and Planning (open tag)
Date: 2006-04-28 08:11 pm (UTC)(I can't even get a hello out of him and he walks off with her.)
"What the bloody hell is that about?" Amanda asked, her voice rising a bit louder than she intended.
"What?" Shannon followed her gaze to where Carlos and Ami stood talking. "Oh, that. Maybe he likes accents."
"I have an accent. In case you didn't notice, I'm Australian."
"Maybe he likes British accents." Shannon shrugged, "Or maybe he just isn't interested in you, Amanda."
Amanda glared at Shannon, then turning, she caught Harry's eyes on the other side of the fire. He mouthed a word to her, and it took her a moment to puzzle out that the word was 'opportunity.'
Turning her gaze back toward Carlos and Ami, the undeserving pom, Amanda suddenly had the glimmerings of an idea. 'Divide and conquer' were Harry and Ethan's words; find the weakest links and expose them. She suddenly knew how to do precisely that. George was young, naïve and about as plain as they came; Ami was older, certainly more experienced and attractive in that exotic way that got guys attention. There was no way that George could compete with that – she'd have to see how much more interested Carlos was in Ami than George; after all the two were pretty buddy buddy over there right now. It was up to Amanda to make that clear to George, and save her some embarrassment.
And then there was Scott. Amanda was pretty certain that petty jealousy and insecurity could go both ways. Carlos was fit and rugged and muscular, with an air about him that women simply fawned over. How could a skinny bloke like Scott hope to compete with that if Ami's attention was wandering?
(Opportunity. Thanks for the reminder, Harry.)
"I'm going for a walk, Shannon," Amanda said dismissively. (I have some seeds of distrust to plant.)