Marco held his arms up, gesturing up to the sky and the surrounding area. "Nothing but sun here, man," he pointed out. "Well, I mean, I guess you can hide out in the bowling alley or something. A fucking bowling alley. On a fucking island, who the fuck knows where. It's wild, right?"
He put his arms back down at his sides, laying limp in the sand once again. He closed his eyes and sighed as he tried to relax again. Shit, now he wanted that drink. "It's nice. I mean, it's got a bed, and a bathroom, and... I don't know, it's a bedroom." He peeked up at Damon, then closed his eyes again. "What about you? What do you think of all this shit?"