Re: Max/Mercy/Nate- 7pm - Loitering in the Lobby
Mercy's mouth opened to immediately refute Nate's words—the crazy, the sleeping—but Max was already talking before she could get the thoughts out. The idea of a desert island paradise made her click her mouth shut, though only for a moment.
"Hold up, so you're saying what they did on the floors isn't a holiday thing? They do this regularly?" A beach theme wasn't exciting to her, but the thought of some in-house bar was. She wished Nate hadn't brought up the dream because she didn't want to describe the, ahem, gory details to anyone, but it seemed like that whole conversational tangent was being quickly glossed over.
"Wait, did you say crocodiles?" Mercy blinked, trying to wrap her head around the whole thing. "So they did some blow up pool toys with some, what, sand spread around in a corner? I guess that's...nice. Did they ever say why?"