<div class="floatleft">(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/Bianca%20Beauchamp/1511644_711501478884472_499030442_n_zps841f4a62.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cabin--->The mini bar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Marco and Kellen<br/><br/>In the short time it took Kellen and Marco to gather all three of their bags into the vehicle with the most space for both luggage and people, Lara would exit the house she had bought and owned for the last eight years; wearing a simple  black, sweater-like shirt  (http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/Bianca%20Beauchamp/Bianca%20in%20full%20black/cb1ac4884d4111e2ae2a22000a1f9723_7-590x590_zpsc299308e.jpg) with matching black jeans and a pair of brown crocs with holes to air out of her bare feet.  Her hair was down and still slightly messy; having run her hands through it again after brushing it out.  Very light makeup was worn; a little eyeliner and some lip gloss, but other than that, she looked pretty average.  During the sixteen hour drive to their destination, she was actually glad she hadn't worn more.  Between hanging her head out the window from hot flashes, raging behind the wheel while driving; which resulted in her having to smoke a cigarette or two to calm herself down, and having a little fun in the back seat with each of her boys, it would have no-doubtingly melted or rubbed off and the last thing she needed was to look like a crackhead tramp from the streets or a sad clown.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the place where they would be lodging for the time being, Lara sat in the back seat of the vehicle; fanning herself off with an old, worn-out magazine.  Passing by a few other cabins, she watched as families exited their own cars to unpack; spotting a few rather attractive-looking people along the roads.  Were they here for the very same reason as her and her sons were?  Parking off to the side, they got out and proceeded to unpack; taking turns bringing bags into the roomy building until everything had been removed.  Entering the cabin, Lara could already picture the events that would take place during the course of their stay.  Eyeing the jacuzzi set up in front of a fireplace, she knew where she would most likely be later on that very night.<br/><br/>Hearing her phone give a short jingle, she pulled out the cellphone she had crammed into one of her pants pockets and flipped it open.  Scanning over the text sent to her, a heavy sighed escaped her.  Pressing a few buttons, she then snapped it shut and shoved it back into her pocket.  It was Colette again from work.  Something about sales dropping and having some technical difficulties with the recent clothes lines.  Hadn't she made it perfectly clear that she was going to away on vacation and to not bother her unless the building had burned down or someone died?  As mean as it sounded, Lara hoped that neither one would occur during her time away, but enough was enough.  Spotting the open bar off in the distance, she made a straight B-line for it.<br/><br/>"As much as I enjoyed that little road trip, Mommy needs something to help her unwind right now..."<br/><br/>Reaching the kitchen, she eyed the cozy little cooking area and the cupboards; a small window looking outside where the double sink was placed.  After a few moments of admiration, Lara seeked out the bottles neatly lined up on display on the far side of the counter and scanned them over.  Picking one up, she read the label carefully and then looked about for a cork remover.  Opening a few drawers, she came across a series of utensils and cooking supplies, until finally finding the little device to help quench her thirst.  Placing the screw on top of the bottle, her perfectly manicured hand made quick work of twisting the metal piece deep into the wooden nub, before giving it a fierce yank.  A loud pop was heard; echoing throughout the cabin before fizzing took its place.<br/><br/>Not wanting to waste a single drop, the Beaumont mother placed her lips over the opening of the bottle and tilted her head back; her throat moving in a swallowing motion as she swigged down a few gulps of the delicious red wine.  Removing it from her lips, a satisfied sigh escaped her as she glanced back down at the dark tinted bottle in her hand.  "A 1986 Grenache wine.  The twenty-seven years have done quite a number to the taste, but it still retains its spicy and berry flavor, while still smooth and rich.  Perhaps I should add this in something for dinner tonight."  Turning back around, the 5'9, redhead looked out into the living room to where her boys were and smiled; raising her precious find in victory.<br/><br/>If there was one bad thing that everyone knew about Lara, it was that she loved her drinks.  Her tastes varied from one to another, but she mainly stuck to wines and champagnes.  She wasn't an alcoholic by any means, but after dealing with a neverending business, she liked to have a glass or two; sometimes three, to make her forget her worries; even if only until the next morning.  Part of her drinking had to do with her upbringing and the loss of her last two husbands..ok, maybe most of it.  But right now, she was with her two most precious loved ones, out in the middle of nowhere, where no one could judge her for her life style and the secrets she hid from the world.<br/><br/>"So," Lara chirped happily as she made her way back into the living room.  "What shall we all do first?"