Most people, with few exceptions

Dani, Mike, Christian and Amy all seemed fairly eager to swim, while Brianna, James and Kate were probably just going to hang around nearby. With everyone's plates collected and dropped into the kitchen to be cleaned a little later, all the prospective pool-goers return to their rooms to grab a change of clothes.

Back in the master bedroom, Michael closes the door behind himself and Dani as they each pull out some swimwear, but Dani pulls out two sets and holds them up before her room mate.

"Which one do you think will look better?" she asks, first holding up a white, two piece bikini, golden threads holding the fabric together. Next she lifts a one piece bikini up, a black one that nonetheless flaunts a fair amount of skin given the top and bottom pieces were connected mostly by thin straps.

Thinking about her in either one made Mike a little dizzy, but after a few moments of thought he nodded towards the black one. "That, the white contrasts with your hair better, but the black will make your eyes pop."

Impressed, Dani tilts her head and smirks, "Gee, sounding dangerously close to knowing what you're talking about killer. Alright! Black it is."

Mike starts to turn his back in anticipation for her pulling her clothes off without warning yet again, but quickly hears the brunette laughing at him from behind.

"Relax doofus, I'll get changed in the bathroom this time, no need to worry your pretty little head." she reassures him, stepping towards the ensuite and stepping through, though leaving the door open,

"Around you? Worrying my pretty little head is how I keep it from exploding." he retorts, hearing her laughing yet again from the bathroom,

"You might be onto something there." she calls back,

Mike uses the time to start getting himself ready, peeling off his shirt and laying out the pair of black and blue board shorts he'd brought with him. Quickly as he can, he strips down naked and pulls up his swimwear before Dani can walk back into the room. It prompts him to think about what would happen if she did... would it be a mortifying experience that had him face down in his pillow for the rest of the day? Or, it being Dani.. would things take a more interesting turn?

"So, Mike" she calls from the ensuite, snapping him out of the beginnings of his fantasy,

"Yes Ms Head Exploder?" he calls back sarcastically, Dani looking at herself in the mirror and cracking a wicked smirk,

"You're single right?" she asked abruptly, giving pause to the guy,

"Uhhh, yeah."

"And why is that?" she followed up, poking her head out from the doorframe, Mike clearly able to divine that she's naked, at least from the waist up. Dani noticed some kind of blemish on Michael's hip, leading to her raising an eyerbow,

"I'm... I'm not sure I follow?" he questioned,

"Just asking. Guy like you? Tall, fit, good looking, with a unqiue accent to tie it all together. Feels like that's the kind of person you'd rarely see single. Plus I wanted to know in case that little stunt I pulled earlier might have ended up stepping on someone's toes." she explains as her head pulls back into the other room, Dani pulling the black ensemble over herself before she begins fumbling to try and tie it at the back,

"Well. That's kind of you to say..." he supposes, trying to give it some thought, "But no, no toes to step on. Brianna tells me I keep going for the wrong people, you know, the kind who just want a... 'trip down under' before they find an actual relationship."

Danielle snorts, the phrase throwing her off for a moment, "Pfft, I mean I won't lie, at first I thought the two of you were an item, but Christian tells me that's not the case?"

"Nah. Look don't get me wrong she's a good looking girl, and I love her, just... not like that." he clarifies, leaning up against the nearby wall and crossing his arms over his bare chest. Naturally, being a teenager he'd held a bit of a crush for her during those first few weeks, but as time went on the two of them concluded that they were an ideal match as friends. Since then, they'd been stuck together like glue,

"I can respect that, it's rare you find friends like that, you know, of the opposite sex. Other than Christian I don't really have any guy friends, well, not ones that don't want to fuck me anyway" she bluntly brought up, "But you've been in relationships right?" she presses on, curious to cross reference the rumours Amy fed her,

The reminder caused Michael's face to sour for a few moments, recalling the several mistakes he'd made both choosing relationships, and within them.

"Well, yeah. A few."

"And what went wrong?" Dani probed, Mike would have felt the entire subject was a little invasive, though for some reason the genuine curiosity that Dani showed made him feel like it was more than just an interrogation or a way to get dirt on him.

"Uhh... a couple things I suppose. I'm not the best at finding the people that are looking for something longer term. For those first few I was pretty immature, I guess I didn't know what a relationship was meant to be like. I did get cheated on once... Look, I won't pretend I'm some perfect dude who just has bad luck, but sometimes things will go wrong and I get left there scratching my head, not really knowing what I did."

A few silent moments pass as Mike starts overthinking, worried he's let slip too much and made a fool of himself in front of Dani.
Dani herself just looks into her reflection and considers what to say next. She could sympathise with him on a few points, being cheated on was always a hard pill to swallow. For one thing Amy was right, as always her intel had been good, and it didn't seem like Mike was an asshole or anything, his own admittance to not being perfect and not blaming everything on his exes was a good start.

"Sorry if I'm being annoying. Guess I was just curious" she deflects, not dwelling on her own serious thoughts for too long, "By the way, care to step in here and help me for a second? Stupid hair is in the way"

"Um, I can give it a go..." he says warily, stepping slowly towards the bathroom,

"Don't get too excited, nothing's hanging out" she chuckles, seeing him step into the ensuite with her, coming around behind her to take a look. Dani bunched up her hair and lifted it, exposing the back of her neck to Mike, letting him bring the handful of strings together to begin tying them while she looks at their paired reflection in the mirror. Danielle couldn't lie to herself, it was a good looking image, the both of them there. What little of his bare chest she could see, she studied with her pale blue eyes, like Christian she'd noted that Mike didn't flaunt his body, so getting to see him like this was a novelty, he was fit, but not grossly huge. In short? Her type.

Mike meanwhile was having a hard time focussing, seeing the way her bikini tightly hugged her curvaceous body. He stole a few glances into the mirror, catching the sight of her cleavage, her bare hips, her flat stomach. Not to mention whenever he looked down he'd see her bubbly rear end barely concealed by her bikini, just inches from the front of his crotch, making him stir slightly between the legs.

"Nearly done?" she asks, once again drawing his focus back to the present as he secures the strings.

"Yeah! Yeah, sorry, just lost in thought for a moment" he tries to explain, straightening back up and looking over the top of Dani's head to catch her amused expression as she looks back at him through the mirror.

"I bet you were." she teases, drinking in the sight of a furious red blush covering his face. Dani poses on one side, and then the other, checking herself out and making sure everything looks good. "How do I look?"

Michael scoffs, "As if you need me to tell you."

A sultry chuckle escapes her, "Perhaps not. Doesn't mean I don't want to hear the words out of your mouth anyway."

"You-" he stutters for a second, giving her a scornful look as she grins innocently. Mike takes a hold of his nerves and exhales through his nose. "You look great Dani."

Dani spins on her heel to face him, their faces hovering just out of touch of each other. "See? Was that so hard?" she laughs before stepping away and heading back through the bedroom, picking up a translucent sash that she ties around her waist.

Michael pauses for a moment, looking at himself in the mirror, and then looking down at the tent in his board shorts.

"You have no idea..." he mutters.