<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><strong>Gabriel</strong>was glad that they'd finally arrived. Muscle cars were not renowned for their comfort for long journeys and now his backside could say why. Or rather he assumed his backside would be able to say why at some point when it woke up again.<br/><br/>They pulled into the Best Western Key West and Gabriel sighed. Best Westerns were a bit hit and miss - and this one looked more on the miss side of things. For sure it had a pool and a couple of tubs but they were next to the parking lot and to get to them from your room you would - presumably - have to walk over the parking lot in your swimmers. Anyway, after a long drive he wasn't going to complain right off the bat and have Brett call him a whiner. The view wasn't bad though he had to admit, even if you did have to try very hard indeed to get a crappy view in Key West. He looked over the main road to the beach and to a small clutch of hotels and guest houses a little way along the beachfront; 'Eden House' was one that he could read the name of from where he was standing.<br/><br/>He got out of the car and, after checking behind him to make sure no one was watching,  gave his backside a really good squeeze and pummel. He was getting pins and needles now but that was an advance on just having it feel dead. There was a scream from over by the pool and then he could see a huge gout of water appear from someone who'd bombed into the pool. That made him smile. Where there were screams there were girls, and where there were girls by a pool they were probably in bikinis.<br/><br/>"Quick change and then we check out the pool?" He suggested to Brett.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~</span></span></strong></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>No Alcohol in the Pool Area</strong></span>the sign said. Well then, clearly everyone else by the pool couldn't read because pretty much every lounger had bottles or cans next to it.<br/><br/>"Where'd you get the booze?" Gabriel asked a guy who was just walking past with a bottle in his hand. "Liquor store, five blocks that way," he replied, pointing back the way they'd came when they'd driven in. "So no bar service by the pool?"<br/><br/>"No bar service, period. It's closed. Some Health and Safety thing so the girl at reception said. Still, store bought booze is cheaper anyway."<br/><br/>Gabriel nodded but he'd already walked past. He looked at Brett and wondered whether<strong>now</strong>would be an appropriate time to bring up that the Best Western was crap? Probably he was still whining.<br/><br/>"So I was thinking.... Some of those villas that we saw on the outskirts of town were pretty sweet, right? If the old farts that live in them year-round are sensible, when Spring Break comes around they get the hell out of town. Sure some of them will be rented out to other people but others might be just... empty." He looked at Brett and raised an eyebrow. This wasn't the first time that he'd suggested that he could get into somewhere where he wasn't meant to, but mostly before it had been maintenance rooms at school and such-like. A whole house, a house that actually belonged to someone else, was a whole different matter.