While Purina was a little disappointed with so many of the others striking out on their own, she quickly returned back to her cheerful smile. "Well, you all have a good time then!" she called out to nobody in particular before moving out towards the Sunny Sands wing, her bouncy pink locks swaying with each step.
Cassefin, much more visibly disappointed by the outright ignorance of her own offer of sketchy health food, gave no such farewell. Throwing her head up in a huff, the Head Administrator stomped off in the other direction, heading down the Sunny Palms wing, wide-brimmed straw-woven hat bobbing with her stamping.
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Outside, the rain continued to pour over Deacon and Keziah as they waded through the darkened, but still amazingly clear, waters. They were close enough to one of the buildings jutting out over the water, held up by large support beams, to see the light from inside breaking into the darkened sky. Although impossible to hear through the storm, this area was alive with sounds of many conversations, clinking glasses and soft music. Only Deacon's impeccable Kohanian hearing could have made this out, however.
The water and beach around the, expected, was devoid of any beach goers...nobody else seemed to be as enthusiastic about swimming during a monsoon. The beaches were lined with wooden reclining seats and closed umbrellas, all of them either planted firmly in the ground, sliding across the shore or outright gone from the storm. The only object to truly stand out amongst the beach was a single, small cabana-style open hut in the center of the beach near the shore. The hut was actually a beachside bar, the thatched straw roof holding admirably in the rain as it protected the four or so tables and stools lined up against the bar itself. The lights were on...and if the only two people on the beach looked hard enough, they could see it was also being tended, alone, by a single resort employee. Probably a very bored one, at that.
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Noboru's order, unfortunately, was only one in a long line of drink orders flowing into the Lobby Bar. Only staffed by two individuals, the bartenders were desperately struggling to keep up with all of the alcohol-thirsty Cirrus vacationers, much to the dismay of several of the patrons who'd arrived later than the others.
The Yamataian felt a hand reach over to his shoulder, grasping it lightly in a friendly manner. It was Abeck, giving the soaked securityman a skeptical smile. "Good luck with that," he said above the din of the crowd. "Me an' some of my boys have been waiting for a drink for a while now. Hope this ain't the only bar in the resort," Abeck joked.
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"Uh..." George stuttered, sliding down off of Lenny and hitting the ground, his sandals thudding against the tiles softly. His face showed a little hesitation at first; it wasn't that hard to notice how Tweak was always pretty cautious, and it continually baffled him. He knew he wasn't the greatest of Nepleslians, but he never had this much trouble making an acquaintance before, aside from his first run-ins with Lenny. George opted for another smile as he rose back into his usual demeanor.
"...yeah, uh, I just wanted to know if..." George started, then stopped and began scratching the back of his head. "...me an' Lenny wanted to know if you'd, uh, wanna see the beach with us." George corrected himself mid sentence. He suddenly dropped the semi-suave put on, his voice becoming a little more sincere. "We've never seen a beach before that wasn't fulla trash an' green water, an' I'll be damned if a lil' rain makes us miss our only chance. Whaddya say?"
