Not much happens.

Ava made her way to the pool bar. The riff raff from before had died down. While it wasn’t completely empty, the amount of hotel guests at the bar had quickly dwindled. Ava immersed her body into the warm pool water as she made her way to a free bartender. After having two frozen margaritas and three very underwhelming men approach her to strike up a conversation, the red haired agent caught herself yawning. The skeleton crew of remaining bar patrons were either in deep conversation or seeing who could stick their tongue down the other’s throat the furthest. Ava finished her drink and made her way back to her bungalow after a quiet and uneventful evening.

After walking in and locking the door behind her, Ava looked out to the moon light ocean. The only sounds she could hear was the soft crashing of waves against the beach and the faint patting of her bikini fabric hit the floor. Ava crawled into bed and squeezed in between the sheets before letting out a deep sigh. Quickly falling asleep in paradise.