"I don't really know," he admitted, grateful when the coffee finished. He took the pot to pour a generous amount into the coffee mug on the counter. "They might keep us here overnight if it's New Year's Eve. Or they'll keep us here for a few days, just because they can. We woke up in this beach house once, for Halloween. We were there for a couple of days, and it was getting really creepy by the last day. I was happy to be back in the house after that." And after the prison. This place was nice, but that didn't mean anything. It could still turn into something horrible and ugly.
"I think they think doing this sort of stuff should make us happy. But like, you get a beach house, and then you get a weird underground bunker where everyone is forced to roleplay. Then you get that weird motel we were in once... then the prison, then this place. I don't get the point of any of it."