How...baffling Sterling found the bed on the far corner of the room to be. He had certainly heard stories of beds made to vibrate for the perfect sexual encounter in cheap motel rooms but he had never actually seen one before. Tentatively, Sterling reached out to touch the bed, as if he feared it might jump to life with the slightest press of his hand. His inquiry of change seemed to prompt an almost mischievous simper upon the young girl's lips, though Sterling was hardly surprised that Harley possessed the change that he did not. It was her insistence that she had enough money for now and tonight that prompted a raise of his brow. "Tonight?" He inquired, eying her as she dug for her change. What...did she have planned for tonight that would require the bed's vibration features? He watched as she deposited her change into the coin slot, the girl insisting that people beneath them could surely hear the rumbling of the bed. Sterling truly had no words for the horrors of that bed, the man merely watching as it abruptly began to shake with a low hum. It was...almost anti-climatic, admittedly, though Sterling hadn't quite realized what he had expected. Slowly, the chef shook his head before turning to instead investigate the free champaign that had come with the honeymoon suite.
It took a bit of wrestling with the twist top to get the bottle to reward him with that satisfying pop and yet, he listened all the same to Harley and her contemplations of eating food right on the beach...via delivery. It was an interesting idea, really, though Sterling was certain the waterfront would be lined by any number of cafes and delectable restaurants for the pair to take their choice of. He glanced towards her as she spoke of being pampered, the boy bringing the bottle to his lips to take a drink of that...awful champaign. He swallowed, his nose twitching ever so slightly in distaste before his attention returned to his friend. "Frankly Harley, if you want to be pampered, I'd be disappointed if you were eating greasy pizza." He insisted, the boy clearly taking some offense to this fantasy when the beach surely offered some of the best seafood. He offered Harley the bottle of champagne letting her indulge in the subpar wine. For a bit, he was willing to indulge in bottle, his bag tossed on the floor of their motel room with little concern as the pair chatted. The interlude, however, hardly lasted long before Harley's impatience took a hold of her, not that he could terribly blame her. She, after all, had at least gotten nearly eight hours of fresh sleep, unlike Sterling.
The blue-eyed boy hardly had any time to protest, however, as Harley suddenly marched over towards him grabbing his arm to quite near haul him towards the door. For a woman...she was...strong when she was so determined! His insistence that he was coming prompted ready laughter from her lips though her suggestion the room had heard enough of that phrase only caused his eyes to roll. "Oh shut up, Harley." He retorted, though his tone was rather venomless. It hardly took long before Harley had dragged him out of the hotel room and down the stairs towards the paved parking lot. Sterling was well aware of Fiducia flying overhead, her screech audible even over the Californian traffic as they made their down the short walk towards the beach. The scents that assaulted them were nothing short of mouth-watering, the boardwalk filled to the brim of both fair food and finer, extravagant restaurants of the likes Sterling could only dream of owning. Above all, however, was the crashing sound of the ocean against the shoreline. It was such a stark difference from their cloudy, rainy city and yet....Sterling found himself enamored with that Californian lifestyle.
Sterling reached for the bottle of champagne, bidding Harley to frolic within the waves she had so desperately wanted to see. Her scoff, however, only rewarded her with a raise of his brow. "Uh huh, sure Harley, keep telling yourself that." He called after her and yet...there was a hint of bemusement within his tone altogether. Slowly, Sterling eased himself down onto the sand, liberally taking another drink from the quickly decreasing bottle as he watched the girl hastily remove her shoes and rush towards the waves. Sterling had already kicked off his shoes, and, now that he was sitting, the boy was content to pull off his socks, ball them up, and stuff them into the open mouth of his sneakers. He watched silently as Harley slowly shuffled further out into the waves, Fidcuia landing at his side only to eye the woman critically. Something had clearly caught the woman's eye as Harley leaned down to reach for something in the sand. Her attention was no longer focused upon the ocean and oh what a mistake that was! Sterling could have warned her. Perhaps he should have and yet...there was part of the boy that drew some humor in her misfortune as the ocean pummeled into her, knocking her over entirely.
Those shouted curse words cause a burst of audible laughter to spill from his lips. Fiducia herself seemed to shriek in her own amusement as the girl rose to her feet - soaked from head to toe. Within her hand, she held a peculiar drenched and sand coated case. Slowly, the boy rose to his feet at Harley's approach, unable to help the grin from his features. Her announcement that the ocean and her had a disagreement, however, prompted a snort from his nose. "I can see that." He commented, his gaze drifting down her wet physic. It was that sudden hint of deviousness that prompted his features to swift wearily. Her inquiry instantly prompted Sterling to step several feet back, Fiducia once again taking to the air in her own belligerence. "How...about not." He insisted, his arms held out in front of him with a clear intention of fending off the girl. "Uh...so..Harley...what's in that case?" Sterling asked abruptly, attempting feverishly to shift the girl's attention away from how dry he was and how wet she was!