Kandice had been excited, and she hadn't given a damn that it showed.  The promise of some spending money, of course, hadn't hurt her mood, but in reality, it had very  little to do with her jubilant demeanor.  The wins, as exciting of a bonus as they were, still took a back seat to the seer delight of just being a part of the show.  Arguably, it was the most fun Kandy had encountered since leaving home, and even when Mark pulled into the hotel the next town over, her adrenaline kept the bubbly blonde teetering on its high.  Not an ounce of her willing to submit to being tired.<br/><br/>She waited in the car while Mark booked the room, watching as he disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a grin that she returned.  He had been quite the sly one at the pool hall, cool as a cucumber in all outward appearances, but his studious eyes had given him away as she watched him watch the others play.  It intrigued her, seeing the gears churning in his head, and Kandice had spent much of the night studying him as he was their opponents.  She was impressionable, and Mark had impressed.<br/><br/>Grabbing her bag from the back seat, Kandy followed him inside, and instinct told her to toss it on the bed furthest from the door.  She sat at its foot and kicked off her sandles before all but flopping onto her back with a smile she couldn't completely erase from her expression.  She closed her eyes and stretched, breathing a sigh of content, but Mark's voice fluttered open her gaze as he offered over her cut.<br/><br/>"Thanks, sugar," she cooed softly, appreciative of both the praise and the payment.  Her eyes faltered a moment as she inspected the fold in her hand, but it wasn't long before Kandice grinned up at Mark, and rolled slightly to tuck her earnings into a pocket of her duffle bag.  "I sure had a good time, so thanks for lettin' me tag along."  No remark on the money would be made, though she had noticed it wasn't an even fifty that Mark gave her.  He had been nice, honoring his word more than once and giving her more cash than she really knew what to do with anyway, and Kandice wasn't going to be brat about six bucks that had probably went to paying for their room.<br/><br/>Sitting up, she fluffed out the length of her skirt and gave Mark an endearing grin.  "Unless you'd rather the solitude, I don't think I'd mind stayin' here.  I wouldn't really want a whole room to myself anyway," she told him, lifting a single shoulder into a girlish shrug.  "But I'd like to wash up, if that's alright by you."  She was being somewhat cheeky in her tone, but she meant no harm as she smirked up at him before turning to rummage through her bag for a change of cloths.