Drink in hand, Spencer surveyed the pool, his eyes in search of someone he’d yet to speak to — someone that maybe didn’t look like they’d push him in. Once he found his target, he made his way over with a grin, inviting himself to take a seat beside of the stranger. “ So, you come here often? ” As soon as the words left his mouth, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice in hopes the cameras couldn’t pick up on it. “ That was my attempt at being silly, yet charming, for the viewers. They’ll eat that shit up. ”
ah, the quirky one. tucking in a smile, she leans in to make the gap between them even smaller, well aware of the high chance their every word was, if not broadcast, directly in someone’s ear. “silly, yes, but charming? we’ll have to see.” she quirks a conspiring eyebrow as she leans away, restoring their natural space. the key, she figures, is to match energies, so she responds to his original question, affecting casualness. "oh, yeah, haven’t you heard? i haunt the place. the producers thought a ghost would make great ratings.” a little too strong perhaps, but it’s the first night - she’s cutting herself some slack.