Swedish Bikini Team

Elizabeth had befriended three members of the bikini team: Astrid and Elin and Freja. They had all the hallmarks of Swedish beauty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, fit bodies, and fake tans. Truth be told, she was surprised they still had the bikini team. She remembered her dad, in a life that felt so distant now, with a calendar of them in his office.

They were as vapid as Elizabeth found most of this culture to be, rooted only in the present, only in satisfying the most immediate day to day needs.

"Let's go clubbing, I want to get fucked," Astrid said. She was the ringleader of the three.

"I think we need food first," Elizabeth said.

"Fuck food," Astrid insisted. "Let's go grind our asses."

"I'm hungry too," Elin said. Freja nodded.

"Fine, sluts, we'll do it your way," Astrid said, scowling at Elizabeth.

"I've heard there is a good restaurant a couple of blocks from here," Elizabeth said. The girls were still tipsy from some good hard drink, shrugging and nodding, blissfully unaware that their path took them from the migrant area.