Having enough of laying around restlessly, Spencer decided to have a wonder round the hotel. Maybe locate a swimming pool or some sort of spa, or just any place in general that she could escape to without her brothers following.

During Spencer’s fifteen minute walk down the empty halls, all she had managed to do was locate a vending machine and somehow managed to take a wrong turn somewhere along the stretch of halls, because she had lost herself somewhere in the area of the rooms numbered in their 1000’s.

She paced for a few seconds, taping her forehead with her pointer finger, trying to make the directions come to the front of her mind, so that she could make her way back before morning. Since that wasn’t working she decided to follow her instincts and went left then a right, and then another right.

Soon enough she was at the hotel lobby. Spencer figured she was just going to have to ask directions, even though it was going to make her look completely ridiculous for having got herself lost. Not to mention the fact that she was wearing small shorts and a sleeping shirt with a rabbit on it. It wasn’t like she was planning on anyone seeing her choice of pyjamas.  

“Excuse me” She asked, tapping the bell lightly, signalling for the receptionist’s attention. She was greeted by a warm smile.

“Hello, how may I help you?” The woman behind the counter asked. Spencer peered closer at the woman’s badge. Cindy Locks? The name floated around Spencer’s thoughts for a while, for some reason she wanted to laugh, but didn’t know why. It was just one of those things.

“Yeah I umm seem to have gotten myself lost. I was walking around and I forgot where my room was.” Spencer informed the hotel worker, sheepishly.

“Don’t worry honey, it happens all the time. I just need you to tell me what name the reservation is under?” she asked, smiling sweetly.

“Oh right, its Carlin.” The blonde replied, sighing with relief. It was nice feeling knowing that she wasn’t going to have to sleep in the hotel lobby or even on the beach if she gets kicked out of the place; you know in case they think she’s a bum.

She waited patiently while Cindy looked through the hotels booking database. Leaning her elbows on the reception desks, she looked around the lobby, strangely though there was quite a bit of bustle. From what Spencer could tell it was all the drunken partiers were just now coming back from which ever party they were draining their brain cells at.

As her eyes scanned the crowd, she was tapped on her shoulder by Cindy; having completely forgot about the receptionist while she watched to girls making out behind one of the many potted plants.

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to startle you Miss Carlin. Your room is on the second level, end corridor, left side. Would you like for me to escort you there?” Cindy asked, slyly eyeing the blonde up and down. It made a change from all the dribbling drunkards she was used to asking her for assistance.

“That won’t be necessary Candy. I’ll take care of Miss Carlin.” A voice from behind interrupted. Spencer whipped round; the husky voice was very familiar; well it had been on repeat in the blondes mind since the beach party.

“Oh hello Miss Davies, I didn’t see you there. And my name is Cindy.” Cindy faked cheerfully. It was obvious from the look the curly haired girl was giving her, that she was not going to be entertaining Miss Carlin like she had intended to.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Now if you could please follow me Miss Carlin, I’ll show you to your room.” Ashley said, politely motioning for Spencer to follow her towards the elevator. When they were safely in the metal contraption, they began the ascent to the 8^th level, which confused Spencer. She was sure that Cindy Locks had specifically said that her room was on the second floor of the hotel.