Copacabana Palace, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Sunday Afternoon and Evening

[endsthegame]

The Copacabana Hotel was certainly... statuesque. The front facade stood high and formal in the middle of lovely Rio, though, like a mullet, all the fun was in the back - at the beachside, where fun and sun would be waiting come tomorrow.

The Fandom contingent had managed to get their hands on some beachside rooms, though it was probably best not to ask who or what had made this much money change hands. Because it wasn't like anyone running this gig had any interesting off-shore accounts...

[[ ocd up! | rooms | the pool | the spa | samba parade | arco do teles and beyond | ooc ]]

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[whenshewasnice]

As he leaned backwards, she wrapped her thin arms around him.

"That too."

[necroslacker]

"Okay," Sam murmured, sagging back in her arms and forgetting about the food and his scars for a moment. "This feels nice. Thanks."

[whenshewasnice]

"No problem." It really wasn't. He smelled shower fresh, and sometimes even she got touchy enough to just do this. "Feeling's mutual."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah," he sighed again, leaning further back into her and keeping his eyes closed. "Can we just stay like this awhile? It's nice to just be close."

[whenshewasnice]

"Sure," she murmured close to his ear, resting her chin on his shoulder. She even smiled a little. "Of course."

Food, TV, and Rio could all wait awhile.