[He chuckles at her quiet little addition as they pass through the hallway. It's lined with art, and there's comfortable seating around little decorative fake plants. Weird shit. Why are expensive places so fucking weird?

Eventually though they find their room, and he turns the key in the lock.]

Here we go, home sweet cleanup time. Goddamn I need a fuckin' shower so bad.

[Guitar tossed on the bed and bag tossed on the floor, he scopes the place out. For a "resort" it sure looks a lot like a usual, though nice, hotel room. Probably the resort part means restaurants and a pool and other fancy shit. Massage parlor or something. Hell, he hopes so, he could go for a massage.

But first thing is to strip down and get that shower running, and he does so in near record time, only to notice there's also a huge tub with a jacuzzi.]

Oh, shit - well, that's gonna be for after the shower.