Lobby.
"What... what in the world did we get up to last night, Trenton?" Isobel asked, her Southern accent thick with the rising of the morning sun. The few scattered memories that she held were surreal at best, but all in all, she supposed it could have ended in worse ways.
When he laid that grin upon her, she couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips, shaking her head as she inched towards him and simply rested against his side, a spill of blond hair half covering the words etched across his chest. "I wish I could remember it all. Feels like... like we had a good ol'time."