Desman's Paying, Obviously!!

[Ash]

Ash was no push over when it came to terms of strength, but still, it was helpful that Jak was sober enough to at least move his legs while she supported his weight. With his cuffed arm draped over her shoulders, the chain clinking delicately with each step they took in unison, and her arm wrapped around his slumped torso they managed pretty fairly as the trio trudged up the beach and a few blocks with Desman navigating. The Storm Demon wasn't terrible with stamina either, just ask Jak, but she was ultimately lazy. So when the shiny red robut was trying to direct them to a place further away than a few blocks, she groaned mentally and prepared her complaint.

"That's way too far." She said, pausing in the middle of the street. She was still wearing almost nothing, the chains of her bottom straining to keep her mildly decent and the rip in her top giving both males plenty of cleavage to ogle at. Even the drunk long-eared man had noticed and continued to notice. Out of pure shyness or respect, he tried not to stare, but ultimately failed most of the time due to his position. He couldn't shake what he and the demonic looking female had done in the shower/changing stalls on the beach either, and deep inside felt he had been plenty of permission to stare at the half-naked woman. 

"T-Too far?" Desman stuttered. They were Primes! But unless he felt like dragging Jak away - kicking and screaming probably because he'd be taking the man's toy away - he was going to have to re-research his data for another hotel. Luckily for them, there was a place just up the road that he remembered. "Fine, we can try a place closer by. Beach-Front Inn. According to memory, it should be over here." He said, pointing in the direction before looking at Ash, his antenna bobbing around comically and giving Jak some other jiggly thing to stare at for a moment.

Ash was displeased by the idea of walking any further than she had to, but she had to walk somewhere didn't she? Beach front property was promising. "Fine, but I want a balcony and room service." She said, not letting Desman negotiate as she began down the road. The mobile midget scoffed at her demands if only because he already planned to get the best room they could - as it was the only way to treat his friends - and rolled after them.

As a hotel manager, Louis had to endure a number of strange things come through his door. He's come to terms that it would be the case, always. Doing so has made his secondary life so much easier for the 15 years of doing this. Primes were usually the prime culprits of the levels of strange, but in general, he's had a good run with them. Most were polite and just needed a place to stay the night while lounging the beaches during the day. While the worse of them stood out the most, they still didn't cause too much trouble all things considering.

He looked out at his lobby. The floor was a polished white, mimicking the Nexus's feeling of infinite space if only in the small spaces between the dark rugs. Reds, golds, and browns make up the intricate patterns. Dotting the lobby were full sized sofas, multiple soft leathered ones next to dark stained side tables and soft illuminating lamps set just perfectly in each one's center. Exotic plants in even more exotic pots accent each corner or nook, and in the center of it all was a dust white fountain, clear water flows through the three tiered fountain that looked suspiciously like an over sized bird-bath, copper and silver pieces littered the bottom of each tier despite the 'Not A Wishing Fountain' sign that dangles from the velvet ropes boxing it in. Mild tropic-theme music floated through the air, gently creating a pleasant but relaxed environment that pleased the manager.

That was when our 'heroes' walked in. 

Immediately Louis knew they were Primes because of how unique the whole situation was. A short robot with a glorious red paint job and a trail of sand left in his wake through the otherwise pristine lobby. A dark-skinned man who looked like he was ready to pass out at any moment and could easily take the girl who was helping him move down with him, the yellow-green hair and goggles were easy to recognize The Dynamite Kid from the recent Dante's Abyss. Finally, an unusual looking woman with bruised colored skin, horns, an imp-like tail, and finally not much clothing at all. Then again, this was the beach, Jak was just in some trunks himself.

Desman approached the unnecessarily large front counter, moving through the equally excessively massive but beautifully decorated lobby. He moved right up to the counter, which being higher than him forced the robot to take a few 'steps' back and lift his hand with a single finger extended. "One room for three guests, please." The rather normal human being behind the counter in his pressed suit blinked and was about to ask the appropriate questions when Des pulls a 'phat' stack of cash from behind his back and slaps it on the counter. "You're best!" He assured Louis, then turned around and gave his friends a thumbs up as if he'd just won his first haggle battle.

Ash didn't seem impressed, but Jak gave Des a thumbs up with the arm that has been dangling from its socket up until this point. 

When Des turned back, the man behind the counter cleared his throat like he hadn't just watched the Prime do so. "Very well Sir. We have a variety of packages. Our 'best' room for purchase, however, is the penthouse suite."

"I'll take it!" Desman tried to sound dignified but came off a little eager. 

"Very well, sir. Just some paperwork to fill out." Louis said, and then got to that.

But waiting quickly got boring for the drunk and the girl who needed more than just quiet ambient music to feel relaxed. Luckily Jak was on the same page and pointed to the fountain. The demon helped him over and let him play with the water but stopped him from drinking it by swatting his hand. Jak frowned at her, so she summoned one of the same silver pieces for him to toss in the fountain. "If you can get it in the top one, your wish will come true." She falsely promised.

Up to the challenge, Jak snorted at her, and then took one of the coins. He gave it a really hard toss without looking, trying to impress the woman that was holding him. They heard it hit a pot on the other side of the room break. Both had separate reactions, Jak's face went slack as he realized what he'd done, and he looked to see the damage. A potted plant had lost half its soil to the expensive looking rug it set next to. Mean while Ash turned to see if the man standing at the counter had noticed. He didn't. Ash had to stifle a giggle at the face Jak was making. 

"Shit..." He mumbled, looking guilty as hell.

"Shh... Just don't say anything." Ash tempted him.

"But-" Jak tried to argue.

"Shh..." She hushed him once more, kissing his cheek. "Don't worry about it. Let's just go sit down." 

Jak felt bad about not being as honest as he could, but he was also too drunk to argue. He let her pull him to one of the couches where they waited. He couldn't stop himself from looking at the broken pot, the plant was still standing so he didn't feel terrible, but he worried. He wasn't so sure why he was worried, but he was.

Ash rolled her eyes when she saw he was so focused on it. She grabbed him by the jaw with her now free hand and pulls him to look at her. "Don't bring attention to it." She said, then pulled his face to her's. He felt the lip ring shift under their kiss, and slowly he forgot about what had him so worried. Ash pulled away long enough to tilt her head towards his shoulder, and like the willing puppet, he'd become he followed, leaning back in for her kiss. It was a wet sloppy kiss, where their tongues collided gently and she could taste the turkey sandwich he'd eaten at the beach. Seconds later she felt his hand run along her thigh. 

She grinned to herself, stopping the kiss but that didn't stop him. Jak kissed her cheek gently while he still felt up her leg. His seductress didn't dare stop him, instead, she leaned back up and kissed him, baiting him before leaning her head down but offering her mouth to him once more. Jak followed the lead and this time whens he opened her mouth it was to catch the bottom of his lip. It wasn't painful, but Jak tried to pull away all the same. She sucked on his lip but allowed it to pull free. The blushing man was confused, but she had his attention. "Don't like that?" She smirked.

Jak blushed harder though, keeping his voice as low as she had. "I kinda do.." He admitted.

Ash giggled and offered her mouth to him again. Face still on fire, Jak started to lean down again curious now to what she'd do next. Only to be stopped by Desman clearing his throat. Both of them looked up. "I'd say you two should get a room, but I just paid for one." He said, lifting the key card.