<div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6733695057_d8862d839a_m.jpg)</div><strong>Gray</strong><br/><strong>Location: The lounge, mingling and flirting</strong><br/><strong>Tags: Gray, Spencer, Marc, Amy</strong><br/><br/>Gray cocked his head at Marc's explanation, and nodded. “Well then. To our generous benefactor... may he, she, or they enjoy whatever the hell they get out of this parade of flesh!”<br/><br/>“You know what's good for that?” he addressed Amy after Marc's comment. “Swimming. Buoyancy to take the weight off, cool down the joint.” Gray looked the little brunette (well, little everywhere except where it counted) up and down, reflecting she had her own spectacular floatation devices. “What say the four of us take a walk outside and check out that pool area?” He nodded towards one of the lounge's tinted windows, through which a huge pool, outdoor bar and relaxation area could be seen.