They decide to retire to their room.

The West Aussie lovelies enjoyed the appreciative looks from the resort hotel's crowd as they made their way from the observation deck to the door to the elevator that traversed the outside of the modern structure. It wasn't difficult to see why the pair garnered such attention. The beauteous surf buddies were still in the swimwear they wore from much earlier in the day, when they won the surf competition's bikini contest. They had just parted from the company of Barry and Larry, reps from the brewery that had sponsored the contest, and had hoped to meet again at the competition's after-party.

"Are you sure you really want to go to this party, Robyn?" asked the buxom brunette concernedly as they approached the elevator doors. "I know you get cranky when you don't get ten hours sleep!" Emma smiled as she gently elbowed her more petite friend.

Robyn paid little attention to her Emma's jibe, looking at her friend a little dreamily, her eyes glazed from the long day and the longnecks of Toohey's she had been partaking.

"I am feeling pretty tired, Ems. You think the guys would mind if we skipped the...after party?" the lithe blonde asked, after trying to suppress a yawn, pulling her little fist from in front of her mouth after she had done so.

"Oh, I think they'll understand," the brunette replied, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "They said they'd be here overnight. Maybe we can join them for brekkie!" Emma smiled and winked to her friend. "By the way, where is your trophy?"

"Oh, the desk clerk said he'd have it taken to our room, with our things," answered Robyn, stepping through the opened elevator doors with the vivacious brunette.

"Good. Then, we can head right up there," said Emma as they turned around to face the closing doors. "You never did tell me the room number, Robs," Emma said as her fingers were poised before the bank of white buttons.

"Oh, right." The diminutive blonde reached for the card on the lanyard around her neck and, turning to look on the side opposite the exposed logo, read aloud,"P1".

Emma's jaw just dropped. Then she regained her composure enough to press one of the top buttons. She looked at Robyn, realizing the fluffy-haired blonde didn't have a clue where they were heading.

The speedy surge of the ascending elevator caused Robyn to put her open hand to the bare expanse of her taut bronzed belly. The pints of alcohol within didn't help her sense of vertigo.

"Err, we're quite high up, aren't we, Ems?" asked Robyn as the gilt, glass-paneled cube now rode up the outside of the resort's tower. The pert blonde could see the churning foam of the waves breaking against the shoreline below them get smaller and smaller as they headed towards the roof of the hotel.

"We do have a penthouse suite, Rob. You know that, right?" Emma chuckled, just as the lift doors opened.

The busty brunette suppressed further laughter when she saw her intoxicated friend's little mouth form a wide 'O' of surprise. The elevator came to a slow stop just then, opening to reveal two doors widely separated from each other in the quiet hall before them.

Emma gave the inebriated blonde a gentle push to get her started toward the door to their left, leaving the elevator. The doors shut procedurally behind them.

"Do the honors, Robs," the brunette smiled, still in her abbreviated wet suit of black and yellow, as they stood in front of the wooden door marked 'P1'.

"Hmm?" The blonde looked at her surf buddy questioningly.

Emma gestured, with a nod of her head, to the plastic card on the lanyard between her tawny-skinned friend's spandex-harnessed boobs.

"Oh, right!" Robyn giggled a little, pulling the cord from around her head to better reach the white-lit slot before them near the doorknob. She pushed it in. Upon seeing the green light flash, she pulled it out again as Emma turned the handle.

The door swung wide easily, revealing a lushly appointed suite in muted earth tones.

The pair stepped in, Emma closing and locking the door behind them as Robyn continued on, her bare feet enjoying the plush carpet below as she headed towards the panoramic view the wide picture windows afforded of the largely undeveloped beach.

"This is fabulous, don't you think, Ems?" said the blonde, giving her friend a happy one-armed hug when she joined her in the middle of the room.

Emma smiled widely as she looked at her friend, as well as the nicely appointed kitchen / dining area to one side.

"It is indeed, Robs," Emma replied, giving her friend a little squeeze back. "Look over there!" She pointed over to the mantle above the gas-fueled fireplace against the far wall. An overhead light illuminated the Lucite of Robyn's surfing trophy, seemingly giving the gal atop the blue wave even more dimension as the clear material was filled with the bright spotlight.

"I wish I had a mantle to keep it on!" the blonde replied wistfully, then looked behind them to the pair of king-sized beds that sat a few feet from each other, facing the ocean view.

The surf sprite took off immediately for one of the comfy-looking beds, diving into the middle of one, emitting a loud sigh of satisfaction.

"Look at the size of this bed… and not one but two!" the little blonde giggled, swishing her arms and legs around on the coverlet. "I claim this one!" she informed her friend as she settled down, still in her aqua and white flowered bikini.

Emma smiled bemusedly.

"Since you're in your element, I'll grab a quick shower," the brunette said, grabbing her bag from its position by the door. She then headed for the small room to the rear of the suite.

The last of daylight had rapidly faded by the time Emma had returned to Robyn's bedside. Turning on a night table light, the still damp-haired brunette saw the exhausted blonde had managed to change into a large tee shirt from Natalie's swimwear shop before she fell asleep atop the bedding. Motherly, Emma managed to get the blonde tucked in under the sheets without the waifish surfer waking. She then retired herself, turning out the lights before pulling the sheets over herself.

After what seemed like minutes, but were actually hours, Emma was bolted upright in her bed by the sound of a large crash, followed by the scream of her friend.