It was curious, that thought of his 'type'. Sterling had never before contemplated those distinct turn-ons that prompted that subconscious feeling of initial lust. In fact, it was only upon that introspection that the Warlock realized just how utterly cliche he was. The very realization prompted a scoff from his lips. Perhaps it was time to not date a blonde. Maybe a brunette? Or a redhead? Did he even know any redheads? The corner of his lips tilted downwards in a small contemplative frown, his thoughts interrupted only by Harley's admission of her own ex and apparent similar 'type'. His brow rose almost inquisitively as those bright blue eyes fell upon the woman beside him. It was the first time, admittedly, that Harley had ever spoken of her ex to him. Sure, he assumed she'd dated, she was beautiful in that sassy hand-on-the hip sort of way, but she had never introduced him to anyone and he certainly hadn't noticed anyone looming around her flat. It was, of course, hardly his place to pry and yet, Sterling found himself inquisitive even as he brushed aside that new fact about his best friend for her fortune-cookie advice. "Uh huh.....so date a brunette?" He inquired, half teasing Harley in the process whilst she so strove to impart some profound life advice.
The warlock brushed aside the topic of exes and types and...well, people altogether as he insisted to at least pay half of whatever shenanigans the pair got themselves into on this trip. After all, friends don't let friends foot the entire bill of a whirlwind adventure. A small sound of agreement left his lips, all the same, at that idea of simply...not worrying for a small time of his life as they climbed the stairs to the top floor. He leaned against the railing as Harley fiddled with the electronic lock, the heavy hotel room door sweeping open almost dramatic to reveal...red. A whole hell of a lot of red. Well, that was unexpected. His eyebrows rose as he trailed after Harley and further into the depths of the room, sweeping over the fake flowers, a jacuzzi he sure as hell did not want to touch, and that god awful heart-shaped headboard. Did people actually pay extra for this kind of suite? He was sure he didn't want to spend his honeymoon surrounded by this cheesy crap.
He could hardly help that inquiry of how old the place was - after all, who had a vibrating bed anymore?! Could you even buy those things anymore? His bag fell on the floor with a gentle thud as he cautiously reached out to touch the bed, as if it and it's vibrating functions might somehow bite him. Harley's admittance that she thought this was dated caused his gaze to pivot towards her in a look near akin to horrified awe, "A little more dated? Then this? Harley, the bed fucking vibrates!" He declared, gesturing towards that 50 cent slot near the right side of the bed. "....do you have 50 cents on you? I want to see if this works." How quickly that horror could ripen into curiosity. After all, he'd never seen a vibrating bed! It was her comment of the free alcohol, however, that distracted him from further exploring the moving mattress, the Warlock instead crossing the room towards the champagne bottle and the bucket of ice it so innocently sat within, half of it had already turned to water from whenever the last time it was changed.
Harley's insistence that this was an 'experience' prompted a snort to his nose, the bright blue of his gaze eying her skeptically even as he pulled the bottle from it's watery grave. It hardly took much effort to pop the top off of the alcohol, the Warlock offering her the first sip as Harley mused about food delivery. "They probably have food stands and restaurants right on the beach, Harley." He pointed out, the man certain that finding food was unlikely to be a big worry. After all, it was the perfect place to set up a restaurant, a chef would be a fool not to. He reached for the bottle after Harley had already indulged in that cheap liquor, the boy hardly concerned with sharing of germs as his lips found the rim. It...was certainly not the best champagne he ever had...but Henry had a love for cheap beer so it was hardly unlike anything utterly abnormal for the Chef either. Sterling hardly had a moment to rest after that long drive, however, before Harley's voice abruptly cut through the silence, the girl grabbing him by the arm only to drag him towards the door. "Alright, alright, I'm coming, I'm coming." He insisted as he was shoved outside - Harley determined to lead their parade to the beach.
It hardly took them long, admittedly, to find those white beaches and rolling waves. The boardwalk itself was still plenty busy, the scent of fried food combining with the saltwater from the ocean was all too tantalizing. They stoo,d for several moments, upon the sandy stretch before Sterling handed her the bottle of wine, the man reaching down to pull off his shoes and socks. Well....she had said she wanted to feel the sand between her toes and....frankly...he kind of did too. "Here, hand me that. Go on, go frolic in your waves." He gestured lightly towards the gentle ebb and flow of the water that just wet that white sand before falling back into the ocean, the man entirely aware that Harley was likely to take his suggestion literally as he reached back for the champagne bottle - freeing the woman for her....well....frolicking.