Malta, Prelude.

Olivia already knew two things.
One. That she would soon be turning 21.
Two. That she woudn't be turning 21 in England, under any circumstances.

Olivia eventally decided two other things.
One. That she would be going to Malta for the Celebration.
Two. That she would be going with her two best friends; Lukas and Batseba.

So with these four things in mind; tickets were booked and plans were made.
But the best made plans sometimes don't really work, and due to a horrible misfortune, Batseba had to back out. However, she did lend us her likeness, which we used to create...

BATSEBAVITCH.



Part Lion, Part Batseba, and sometimes misnamed BatsebaBitch, depending on how riled up one gets. We picked her up and scrunched her up into a duffel bag with the rest of our belongings, and set off for the airport.



6 hours later...




Another hour later...



FInally, as the sun rose, so did our plane, and we set off for our 48 hours in Malta.
"Only 48 hours!" you say. "48 hours, 48 shmours," I retort. "It's Quality, not Quantity."