[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
Tegan pulled her hat further over her face to avoid the sun. The curse of having a complexion that burnt whenever she stepped outside forced her to seek cover in the midday heat.
“You coming?” Gerry said, hand on her hip. The other girls were already at the bar, Tegan could see Imogen trying to chat up a bartender.
“I’m good,” Tegan said, nodding to her drink that was still half full.
Gerry could probably see the tension on Tegan’s face. Never bring an anxious introvert to a beach hen party.
“I’ll come sit with you,” she said, “lemme grab a drink first.”
