Nisha had never been to rehab so she had no term of comparison, but at least there wasn't group therapy and, if yesterday afternoon was any proof, drugs were flowing pretty freely. She only noticed the man in the dark jacket and sunglasses when he began speaking in a no-bullshit voice to the activities director, and Nisha furrowed her brow at how over dressed he seemed compared to her or the other people at the pool.
His notion of fun things to do in groups was a nice one, Nisha had to admit. She snorted when the guy told the activities manager to go fuck herself - even if it had been a bit too harsh. Maybe she'd tone it down a notch or ten. While he answered her mostly rhetorical question, Nisha took a sip of her drink, realizing she knew this one from around the hotel but not personally. As usual. "I wonder why they feel the need to herd us anyway. Don't guests do what they want in these places usually?" Except this wasn't a normal hotel, she'd come to believe. Still she'd rather be dry and warm by herself than herded into a pool with all the rest of them.