Holly listened to the exchange, mostly silent for a while. She lingered at Mark's side, mildly confused by the thick Swedish accent from Goran's mouth. She thought Mark was an attractive hunk... Mark certainly had found his physical match in this one, the football player so used to being the biggest, baddest motherfucker around. "Let's just stay here for the night," she asked Mark pleadingly... Why Holly was begging, she didn't know why.<br/><br/>As the argument rambled on for a moment, her eyes were drawn to the woman who called herself Rio. She was... Quite attractive. Holly really couldn't keep her eyes off of her after she realized just how smoking the farmhand was. She had become a little enamored and curious whenever she met Lita, but there was something maybe a little more feminine and wild about Rio. And the prospect of beer was not a minus, as Mark seemed to believe. Holly mustered her resolve, remembering that it was<em>her</em>who was planning this trip, and it was Mark who was her guest. She should be making the decisions, shouldn't she? "We're staying here," she said firmly, looking between Rio, Mark and Goran.<br/><br/>Finally settling on Goran, she smiled, her grim expression waning. "I could help you out if you've got beer. There probably isn't anything else to do around here." The big Swede... While mildly handsome, was not quite her type. There was something about Mark that just made him that much more refined and desirable than Goran, but Mark was being an idiot right now, and she wanted to see if Mark would make a fool out of himself trying to dissuade her. It was a win-win for her. If she went along with Goran, she could get some free imported beer, and if Mark stepped up to the plate, she would wrap him that much tighter around her finger.