DJ Olin & Nikita: Refuse no guest any reasonable request

Ari leaned on the bar by the poolside, while five or six bikini-clad women sat by idly, some on bar stools, some cooling their feet in the pool, two tending the bar. Though he didn’t plan on swimming, he did wear a pair of swim trunks and a button-down linen shirt, plus a pair of pricy mirrored aviator glasses. At one point he removed them, handing them to one of the women behind the bar who quickly cleaned them with a microfiber cloth before returning them to their owner.

Olin was guided by a pretty and tall blond, a drink already in hand. He took off his sunglasses putting them in a shirt pocket. “Ari, nice to see you doing well.” He said take a seat next him at the bar.

“Olin,” Ari said with a wide smile. “<So glad you could join me,>” he added, in Olin’s native tongue.

“<Your dialect has improved.>” Olin complimented. “<Who can say no to a visit to a tropical island like yours?>”

“<I do hope you’ll consider spending the week. Some time by the water will do you some good, salt air is healthy for you,>” Ari offered. “Plus,” he added, switching back to English. “I am sure you will enjoy the pretty scenery.”

Nikita and Erin, fresh from being spritzed and freshened up with sunscreen, walked arm in arm to join the other at the pool, their welcoming responsibilities concluded for the time being. Both brushed stray hairs behind their ears seeing Olin.

“A week is a lifetime Ari. Islands are nice to visit but I am still a city boy. I like 3 am grilled cheese.” Olin smirked. “I hear Oleg is throwing a bash in Prague. Are you planning on going?”

“I wouldn’t miss Oleg’s Prague Party,” Ari chuckled. “And to make you feel at home, I will have a 3 am grilled cheese brought to your cabana by one of my girls,” he promised.

“I would like to say I came completely of my volition but apparently whatever you have brewing in paradise was enough for my father to catapult me from the fabulous underground scene in Arkangel.” Olin said taking a sip and waving at the pretty island girls as they walked by.

Both girls gave slight waves back, to both Olin and Ari, but Ari didn’t seem to notice.

“Later, later,” Ari told him. “You just arrived. Surely there is something on the island you’d like to partake in before we get to business? For the adventurous, we have jet skis, snorkeling or you can take the boat out with some company, for the less adventurous, I have world-class performers, the pool is a perfect 30 degrees, as well as several hot tubs, and for those who really want to escape, I can offer some party favors to help shake off your recent flight? All of the amenities are yours for the asking.”

Olin chuckled and gave a broad smile. “I have heard some of your performers could give Cirque du Soleil a run for their money. I supposed I could spare some time, not too much, my father might think I came for nothing but play. Worse than shareholders.”

“Tell him you believe I make poor decisions after a few drinks, easier to take advantage of. “

Olin laughed. “Let’s do more then few drinks, both make poor decisions and talk business over breakfast?” He suggested.

“Settled.” Ari said, clapping his hands together. “Your luggage is in your cabana, if you’d like to freshen up. I’ll leave a few island girls at your disposal for incidentals or the grilled cheese you are so fond of, and I’ll have my performers prepare for a show.” He pointed in a few different directions, and the girl’s started to scatter.

“I can show you to your cabana,” Nikita offered after being summoned by Ari.

“Your hospitality as always, is legendary. Don’t forget, Drinks, bad decisions, and hangovers over breakfast.” Olin reminded following the bikini-clad Island girl. He hid his disappointment, so much for just a few hours and back home. Ari liked to flex and show off and seemed very keen to do so and he was at the end of the day here for business. Sometimes that meant also letting the man flex and show off. A little grease goes a long way. “See you soon Ari.”

“Make sure he has a fresh drink!” Ari called, heading off to his own house to change.

Olin followed Nikita leading the way. “So … Is it safe to assume you're from Arkangel? Pretty far from home.”

“La Jolla, originally,” Nikita told him. “Then Cali Beach, we only recently moved to Arkangel. I actually got this job through the rave you DJ’d, which, by the way, was amazing. It was my first rave.”

“Really?” Olin saint with a bright smile. “I’m so happy that it was a good experience, it was my first gig as a DJ.”

“I never would have guessed that!” Nikita complimented.

“I had help, Cyd, DJ Digi Kitty and I have been collaborating a lot together.” Olin explained walking next to her.

“Oh, I know DJ Digi Kitty,” Nikita said with a grin. “My older sister dated her brother for a good while. Me and Nikka just met the Skye’s well, right before that same rave. Seriously, we all talked about how great you sounded. Even Nike, and she’s been to a lotta raves.”

“Yea, I know Mathias. Now I most definitely have to meet your sister sometime, evidence of Mathias dating is like a solar eclipse. Gossip worthy.” Olin smirked.

“Nike Karagiannis,” Nikita told him. “Cyd and Mathias will know her. And I wish I could gossip, but fraternization is frowned upon. Just know,” she whispered conspiring,looking both ways, “she near ran away from home to be with ‘em. They put the sear in serious.”

“Oh, you and I are going to get along great.” Olin nodded. “I am suddenly glad I got shanghaied to Ari’s Island.”

Nikita giggled, there was something about him that just made her giddy, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. “I was near going tropical paradise stir crazy, now I know why people use bananas or coconuts for someone not all there upstairs.”

Olin laughed. “Yeah Island fever is a thing, not so bad on bigger islands but it's like going stir crazy at home except you can't get out of the house. Happens to the best of us. How much longer is your contract?”

“Eight weeks,” Nikita admitted. “I’m only one month in. Two more to go. Please don’t tell them though! The credits are great, I’ll make more here in three months than I did the entire time I worked in Cali Beach. And the perks are pretty good. I don’t know what my odds of meeting DJ Olin were, once you get signed to a label and everything.”

“Have no one to tell and as you know Island rules, Confidentiality, my lips are sealed.” Olin promised. “And when you get back it is a perfect excuse to have a bash, a friend of the Skyes is a friend of mine. Since I came alone, an unfortunate situation, perhaps you can accompany me around? I meant only to stay the day since that extended it’s hardly fun to be on one's own in paradise.”

“I am supposed to entertain all reasonable guest requests,” Nikita recited. “And that sounds reasonable to me. I’ve been exploring the island on down time, so wherever you want to see? I’m sure I can get you there.”

“Good. I not fond random walking and out an much prefer a constant for my short stay.” Olin said happy to have settled an arrangement. “Have you paddle boarded around the cove yet.”

“No,” Nikita admitted. “That’s a guest amenity. But, if a guest requested it, I mean, I am supposed to entertain all reasonable requests!”

“Well then let this be a official request, not a lot of warm crystal clear waters in Arkangel. Plus as you already know, everything is more fun with company.” Olin said with a sly smile. “I will go get change and if you could make the needed arrangements?”

“As you request, DJ Olin,” Nikita said, with a mock curtsey. “I’ll take care of everything.” She couldn’t stifle the giggle that she’d been trying to keep from bubbling up. She couldn’t explain it. Being around him made her absolutely weak in the knees, but on the other hand, he was so down to earth, even for someone wealthy enough to be invited to a private meeting at that on the island.