Octane had been having the time of his life. Well, maybe that far, but he was having a blast. Day one, he realized he was somewhere new, saw the beach and went sprinting. Into the water the man went only to remember and realize a simple thing. No swimming. Metal legs. Octane had sunk like a brick or a man with two metal legs. No worries, he managed to get himself out of that wet situation, and moved on from there.
Enjoying everything else the resort had to offer.
Day two was incredible as the first, and even better since he didn't try to sleep with the fishes. Now was the time to enjoy the night life, and he ditched the swim board shorts and the Hawaiian shirt for something more relaxing and refreshing. Hanging out in the club with his now best grass skirt and coconut bra. When arriving, he was ready to put the charm on to get in, but nonetheless he was let in without any hassle. Now some beer he had never heard of until he arrived here, Corona in hand he came across a very familiar face. With a little jaunt over he raised the bottle of beer to Kate.
"Chica," He started with a little sway of his hips to follow the beat of the club. "I had no idea you were here, this place is great!" He took a drink from the bottle and looked her up and down. "You look incredible."