Re: Entry
With a bottle of Ron Zacapa Centenario under her arm, Jazz arrived on the rooftop via the elevator in her new, specially bought bikini and smiled at the waiter who approached, holding out a festive lei. Murmuring a thank you, she shifted the bottle, and pulled a flower from the necklace so she could tuck it behind her ear as she started moving further into the crowd scanning for a familiar face.
Tom shouldn't be too difficult to find, she thought, he'd probably be the only one not wearing one of the floral necklaces.