The crunch of gravel beneath the Hummer?s tires slows and stops as the Hummer finished pulling up next to the exotic Cosmo Beach. From one side emerged the animalistic yet drowsy looking Tommy, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he made for the front entrance. The Hummer behind him rocking for a moment as someone struggled inside before the door is opened and a faint ?Yay!? is heard. A young blossom jumping out from the passenger side, quite literally, sneakers almost slipping on the loose gravel that adorned the driveway. Yet she managed to keep her balance and turned around to lean back into the Hummer and pulled out the large duffel bad she carried. Her hand pushed the door close imitating the way she had seen Tommy close it and she chased after him, even as he opened those massive Tibetan doors that lead into the house.

A faint ?oooh? slipping from her lips as she leaned her head nearly all the way back to look up at the ceiling, practically stepping on the back of Tommy?s heels. He said something to her about not going into certain rooms and to pick out one of her own, but for the most part it was lost on her as she set down her bag in the main entrance way and began to explore the mansion. As The Figure disappeared down his hall she made her way into the main living room with the open view of the sea she grinned and with a running leap belly flopped onto one of the couches with a ?whump?. Standing quickly she glanced left and right to make sure no one had seen her do such a thing and brushed at herself once more as if to recover any lost dignity.

And now she began to wander, going down this hallway, out into the kitchen, out to the pool. Zig zagging and covering a lot of the same ground over and over again for the most part. Yet it was late, so she began the hunt for a room. Without quite knowing which were unoccupied she began to test every door she came to, many were locked, some were just closets, one unlocked one led to a room where there was snoring and she quietly stepped back out. Yet after much trial and error she managed to find one in the east wing that suited her, a big thumbs up given to no one as she peered around the room and she dashed off to grab her duffel bag, returning quickly to dump the contents on the bed rather carelessly, many shirts, skirts and orange vests dropping onto the violet sheets.

A purse picked out of the mess and carefully set on the bed stand; what looked like to be a travel bag she set into the bathroom and for the most part the clothes were unceremoniously dumped into the drawers of the bureau she was provided. A quick peak taken through the drapes covering the sliding doors leading to a two person swing in what looked like a private garden, interrupted by a sudden stretch making its way through her limbs followed by a yawn that resided in the back of her throat. Her decision made, the light switch struck and a dive made for the bed, knocking the overabundance of pillows this way and that until she was cradled in their depth, sheets pulled up high, squirming to get comfortable as she fidgeted beneath the covers.

A contented sigh finally slipping from her lips. She slept.