Walking up to the window, Max handed in his ball and club, giving the employee a brief smile before he waited for Lucy to do the same. Then the two of them headed in the direction of the barbeque, the smell wafting toward them over a slight breeze that had struck up. It made his mouth water and stomach grumble a little, despite the depressive nature of their conversation.
"I can just wait until the concierge is gone for the day," he explained. "I keep pretty weird hours as it is - I think if I try to get in there in the early morning, no one will be any the wiser." Of course, he wasn't thinking of the potential aspect of alarms and security systems, but he'd get around to that later.