Antillar Maximus

Max glances down at the small slip of paper in his hand as he reaches the door. Not because he has to, he knows what it says. Elizabeth gets straight to the point, after all. He grins and opens the door, unlocked as promised, and looks around. The room isn't quite what he would have guessed Elizabeth to have picked, but it does have a nicely large bed.

He sets the bottle of very expensive tequila on the nightstand and rolls his shoulders to loosen up. The night promises to be a whole lot of fun.