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For most of the drive on the shuttle, Rachel was fairly quiet as she just looked out the window excitedly. Seeing everything along the way had lifted her spirits again, especially when she spotted a few bars and restaurants she hoped they could stop in at one point during their time here.

The Copacabana Hotel was beautiful, far much better than most of them were expecting, and Rachel was delighted to look around while the others checked them in. Like a kid, she had to touch everything; from the sculptures on the tables, to the pictures on the wall. What? Here they were, in a fucking international location, it was time to get crazy! Once in the girl's room, they quickly found that there were only two beds and they'd have to be sharing. Almost immediately, Rachel stepped toward Ayumi to share the bed with her, but good-ol' Amy jumped in and volunteered Rachel to sleep with her. Fucking beautiful.

"Are you sure, Amy? I'll probably be a drunken mess tonight. And I snore a lot. And kick." She lied, trying to talk the sweet girl out of it. But it was no use. She was stuck. Putting on a smile and hiding her disappointment of sharing a bed with the girl whose boyfriend she shared a bed with, Rachel finally set her bag down. So much for not making things awkward.

Once they were settled in and had their sleeping arrangeents picked out, Rachel quickly changed into her bikini, needing help from one of the girls to tie the string of her top behind her back. The only thing that covered her over that was a pair of jean shorts and a white tank top, and she snagged one of the hotel's towels from the bathroom. Her dark hair was still pulled up into that ponytail, and she just brushed her messy bangs to the side as she waited for everyone else. She could see Spencer across the hall, waiting as well, and she smiled as she walked over, trying to peek over his shoulder.

"You don't happen to have room for one more in there, do you?" She mumbled, hoping they magically had more beds in the guy's room. Butshe knew it must've sounded odd, not wanting to sleep with the girls, so Rachel smiled again, trying to play it off as a joke.

"Are we all getting ready for the fuckin' Miss American pageant, or what? Lezz' gooo!" Laughing, Rachel leaned up against the wall as they continued to wait. "Should we make bets on who will take the longest?" She suggested to Spencer to pass the time, her smile widening. "Let me see...I say Bryson. He's got that head of hair to maintain, afterall. No, wait! Maybe Charli. She's got to find her matching Batman flip flops." She was only teasing, still loud enough for any of them to hear.