[Margaret]

Margaret had absolutely no idea why she thought it'd be fun to learn to ski. It was more like she had learned to fall, actually. She spent all morning with a ski instructor, but it hadn't done much good. Now she was waiting in line for her first ride down alone. If she hadn't been so frustrated, she probably would have found her appearence somewhat amusing. She had on black ski pants and a puffy blue jacket with so many layers on underneath that she could barely move. Every part of her body was clothed in some form, except for the two pigtails sticking out of her striped hat. And on top of that, her entire right side was covered in snow. She was frigid cold and beyond bitter. All she wanted to do was go back to the hotel and curl up in bed with some hot apple cider. But, no. She had paid too much money for her ticket to quit now.

So here Margaret was, waiting in line to get on the lift. Now that she wasn't with an instructor, she couldn't cut ahead and she'd have to get on with some random person. Gosh, how she hated the polite little chit-chat with strangers. Once in a while, she'd get lucky and sit next to someone who would ask a few polite questions, but not push the conversation if it wasn't going anywhere. Usually, though, she got the "nice mom" who'd ask her every single detail about her life and then offer unwanted advice. Or even worse, the guy on the cell phone who would talk obnoxiously loud the entire ride and completely ignore her. Either way you looked at it, the odds weren't very good. Finally having reached the front of the line, she sighed and pushed herself forward with her poles, waiting for the chair to come so she could sit down and meet her companion for the next five minutes.
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[Erine]

After a full day spent taking careful stock of what was around the area - which hills were where, how many instructors there were - how many were worth flirting with during her time here, and all of that fun information Erine had finally decided to take a chance to learn how to ski. Having spent the morning with one of the instructors she had deemed reasonably cute the day before Erine now found herself in the awkward position of actually putting what she had learned into practice. At the very least she had learned a few things, namely how to cover the least amount of herself in snow due to falling down time after time. That and how to keep her goggles on at all times to prevent someone in the area from taking note of how her eyes were slit.

With a sigh, she ambled towards the ski lift, not quite sure how well this would work out. With luck she would share the ride up the lift with someone she could pretend to be interested in, but since lady luck hadn’t been keen on her as of late she had a sinking feeling her seat mate would be slobbering idiot with very few things on his mind and suspicious reasons to make googly eyes at her. As the line continued to move at a pace just scant seconds quicker than a turtle’s land based speed Erine kept a watch on who was near her - always vigilant as to those that came and went from the line nearby her. Upon reaching the front of the line, finally, she pushed herself forward and found herself next to Margaret, who, by all means, didn’t fit in either of the two possible people Erine had thought about.

"“Umm, hey,”" she said aloud after a few seconds when it hit her that this was who she was going up with for sure. "“Guess we’re lift mates for the time being.”"