Santana Lopez

[So okay, Santana woke up feeling not exactly like herself.

Ugh. Feelings.

She can't really name it, and she can't really name why, but she just...really wants to talk to people.

And other stuff. But mostly the talking.

Also, she's not sure how, but she's pretty sure not just anyone would do.

This is why she is pacing in her room, going to the door, flinging it open, then stopping before actually exiting. Rinse and repeat.

What the hell.]

What the hell?!

[Yep.]

[Santana's at the pool. She is at the pool because she actually felt like swimming instead of just lying around in the sun and getting brown. In fact, she didn't feel like being in the sun at all; it was too hot outside and the pool indoors was nice and cool and didn't have bugs.

So she's at the pool. She's got a nice fruity drink and a couple magazines waiting for her nearby, along with one of those mp3 radio players. It's blasting a summery, poppy mix of music, probably too loud for the enclosed space, but what does she care? It means she can hear it under the water.

She decides it's time for a break, and exits the pool, probably looking like one of those cliche slow-mo shots from movies. She can't help it that she looks fantastic in a bikini, right?

Once she's sitting, she turns down the music a little, does a double take. Of course the comm is recording. Cue the eye-roll.]

Get a good look? [And off it clicks.]

[It's been a week since the whole thing with Tim happened. Santana has not checked the network, has not left her room, has not spoken to a single person since.

Yeah, that's gotta stop. She's decided she needs to get over herself and this pathetic shell of a once-awesome person, and get back to normal. The way she was before she got too attached. The Santana that didn't care about anyone but herself and one other person who was no longer around, the Santana that was a total bitch to everyone and reveled in it.

The Santana that never said no to anyone who was offering or asking.

And this is why that Santana is making a comeback, out of her dark room and wandering the mansion. She's at the pool, she's in the tea rooms, she's in the halls, she's wherever her feet take her.

(She's also just slightly tipsy, because it's called liquid courage for a reason.)

So as of right now, she's in the music room, wearing something like this, fucking around with the instruments, and singing snatches of a certain Amy Winehouse song.]


[[if you are over the age of 15, she will hit on you. while also insulting you, most likely. if you exist, she will probably flirt anyway.]]