<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/Ezra-miller.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Marcus Alexander (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406947#msg14406947)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Party time, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lanai Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>boldly going out for once, ordering a drink at the bar<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>harmless<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>completely open<br/><hr/><br/>Marc had actually arrived four days before the day of the kickoff. He knew that others would be flooding beaches everywhere but it couldn't be helped - he needed a break from everything. He hadn't stayed at the Serenity before but since it was themed for rest and relaxation, he hoped there would be less trouble than if he would have visited one of the more boisterous tourist hotspots. The few staff members he had interacted with were pleasant and enthusiastic. They let him know about all the upcoming events and tried to make themselves indispensable to him although all he wanted was to be left alone. He spent the first 48 hours in his cabana without a peep or a single look outdoors, likely prompting them to wonder how he was getting by without even ordering deliveries. But the afternoon of day three the hermit finally emerged, though he did little other than sketch the view nearby or sit alone in his hot tub, reading.<br/><br/>He had needed the time alone but in strange surroundings in order to unravel his ball of nerves and empty his racing mind. By the time the party started, he could actually fathom going out around people for once in a long time. He had initially rolled his eyes at the thought of the party but now it seemed like the smallest bit of fun, even if he didn't know what sort of event it could end up being, and even if the bar was on the exact opposite of the resort than his tidy little cabana. His therapist would say he was proud of him. The thought made Marc sneer. His therapist could go fuck himself, he was perfectly fine, as always.<br/><br/>He was fine, but he needed a drink.<br/><br/>With a sigh, he weaved through the crowd, mostly avoiding eye contact though he gave a slight smile and nod to anyone who found his gaze. Live music? That was new. He probably hadn't heard a band since he left college. The nostalgia bolstered his mood a little and he found himself moving a bit to the music by the time he made it to the bar. "I'll have a Mojito, please." he said, taking a seat. The entire place was full of not only people, but beautiful ones at that. And he could hardly tell the difference between guests and staff members. No one else seemed to care much about that distinction but he tended to focus on strange details like that.<br/><br/>