The hotel bar

"You know our first report for TV isn't going to be until tomorrow, right?" Pete tells her as they land in Miami, already trying to angle his way into some pussy.

"Yes, I am aware of that Pete," Stephanie tells him, loving how all eyes were already on her in her tight blue Weather Channel-issued top and tight brown shorts.

"So...I was thinking why don't we go to the hotel bar and have a few drinks with the patrons?" he continued, really just wanting to get her drunk and have his way with her in the hotel room later.

"Sounds fun," she said to the middle-aged and slightly balding man, teasing him by rubbing his arm, making him think that he would be getting somewhere later.

Since the station's parent company likes to put them up in the same places every time, the bartender, and most of the patrons, know, and hit, on Stephanie as she gets a little bit drunker during the night.

"So, how long are you here for this time gorgeous?" the bartender, a muscular man named Stan asked Steph as Pete stepped away to take a phone call, pouring her another drink.

"No one ever really knows with these things Stan," Stephanie replies back, slurring her words as Stan "accidentally" groped her tit to measure her drunkenness.