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Once they had pulled up in front of the Inn, Dahlia hopped out of the car, grabbing her bags from the backseat. "Come on, slowpoke!" she said with a grin as she headed inside to check in. Once they had received their keys, they headed to their room, and Dahlia immediately claimed the bed closest to the window. "I call this one!" she called out, flopping down on the bed for a moment before hopping right back up and walking to the window.

"Ugh, look at this view. It's hideous. Why did we choose this place again?" Dahlia turned back to grin at Troy. "So what do you want to do? Go exploring? Probably hit the bar and see what kind of women are staying here for the weekend?"

She turned back to the bags she'd laid on the bed. She slung her camera bag across her shoulder; the one thing she was never without.