Scott was a little disappointed but he could understand why. So he decided to go out and see the sights. First stop, his room. He headed off to the more normal-sized parts of the hotel, well maybe he should say average sized. The brochure said the girls often came up to the small balconies attached to the rooms to chat. He'd payed extra for a balcony, but hey he was a brain surgeon. He could afford it.<br/><br/>He was really kind of lonely, a specialized medical career early in his life left him no real time for socialization. Heck if he wasn't a bit of a genius at it he would probably be into his mid-thirties before even coming here. He rode the elevator with a couple of other people up to one of the higher floors. He swiped the card he'd received. The suite was nice... he didn't have to go dutch on it either. A king-sized mission bed over sandy, plush carpet. He unpacked his luggage and smarted up his bathroom. A faux-marble bath and a stand-alone shower.<br/><br/>"Very nice" he said looking around. The T.V. wasn't a plasma but it was still nice. He didn't think he'd be spending a lot of time indoors. He stepped out on the balcony for a moment before locking up and heading to a restaurant. If the other people were as hungry as he was he'd meet  most of them there.