Milocross grew up in a rich family. She's still close to her father, a daddy's girl. He lets her stay at his beach house with her friends, provided that she cleans up after herself. Naturally, Corvus joined her. He's always given off an intense vibe or hatred and anger, but Milocross knows that he secretly has a heart. He's quiet, calm, but has a secret. Deep down, he can be a total party animal. Milocross is wearing these Ray Band shades that her father bought her one birthday. She's driving a red Jeep Wrangler, no doors, down the road towards the beach house. As she drives, Corvus observes the quick passing of many beautiful houses, palm tees, blue skies.
She pulls into the driveway of her fathers beach house. It's tall, two car ports, 4 bedrooms, hot tub on the balcony. White and blue, lots of bedrooms, giant entertainment room. Milocross used to throw secret parties there in high school while her parents were away. Corvus gets out of the car first.
"Your dads got a nice place." he says.
Milocross gets out of the car "I know, he's the best."
Corvus has on a thin beach shirt, completely unbuttoned. Shorts, flip flops. He doesn't look like his normal self. For once, he's smiling. The gentle breeze caresses his hair, and Milocross unlocks the front door. She leaves it wide open, then the two get their bags out to bring them in.
"Hey, aren't we waiting for someone else?" Corvus asks.
"Yeah, should be here any minute."