the roommate (wynn & elora)
With the bellhop delivering their suitcases later, Wynn couldn’t help but regret not packing a bathing suit in her carry-on backpack. Having nothing but her iPad, phone, and AP Lit reading book to pass the time, the blonde turned to her roommate for some entertainment. While the two girls didn’t normally talk, Wynn was vaguely aware of who the other female was, making this trip seem a lot more bearable than people were initially complaining it would be. Placing her backpack down on the ground by her bed, Wynn laid back, exhausted from the hours upon hours of travel. Sinking into the comforter, Wynn stared up at the ceiling as she spoke, trying to end the awkward silence between her and Elora. “So, would you be opposed to upgrading the room? Because I heard that the floors up on the higher levels have super cool amenities, like hot tubs and full on bars and all that jazz.”
Elora's frail frame was draped across the foot of the bed. She threw an arm across the porcelain skin of her face, hiding closed eyes from the light that flooded the room as Wynn stepped inside. Wynn was the lesser of evils, a cheerful girl with blonde hair and sparkling attitude -- she could have been placed with someone prudish or a total stranger. She sighed softly, silently mourning the nap that could have been.
"All that jazz," she repeated and pushed up against the plush bedding, across the room from Wynn. "To be honest, Ivy's roommate -- Brandi, I think that's her name -- upgraded and we're planning on using the hot tub and bar in there. You're welcome to join us... Or we can upgrade." A laugh passed the girl's lips, as she brushed a hand through her hair. "We can put it on my parents' tab. They'd be appalled to hear that I'm staying in a 'lower' room."
